The Forgotten

Walking through the blowing wind and the drifting snow
I happen by a place I long to visit, but never go
There are bodies lying peacefully in the frosted ground below
All lived full lives then died, now with nothing to show
Maybe they were told of in heroic stories of ol'
now their lives are farces nobody cares to know
I wander on my way feeling a new depressing low
knowing one day I will be forgotten in the cold ground below
and burried beneath the snow