Ashes to ashes

Dust to dust

You slowly lose the only people you could trust

Ashes to ashes

All that remains

Dust on your hand

A lock or a strand of hair

As he tells you he doesn't want to go

As you sink low

And he fumbles

And he crumbles

Ashes to ashes

Dust to dust

Everyone will die, even he must

His ashes sprinkles

You remember his smile, his dimples

At the end of the day

Even his ashes fade away