Folks Disappear

Day by day and year by year...
One by one folks disappear.
People say it's for the best.
Folks receive eternal rest.

But how many give their time
serving those they left behind?
Just how many prayers are said
in honor of the living dead?

For the souls who must remain
life can never be the same.
Just how many troubled souls
does this world of sorrow hold?

Day by day and year by year
loved ones always disappear.
And we know we too must pass.
Live each day as it's your last.