I was here.

My name may not be the most important one to run across your lips
I could just be a speck, my fingerprints may fade,
Perhaps I won't be remembered.
But I was here.

Photographs of me could burn,
My bones could turn to dust,
Your memories of me might fade
But I was here.

Whether you recall my name or not, I was here.
If you forget the color my eyes, I was here.
If my body happens to be lost
I was here.