I will more than remember your name.You are more than a leaf on a drying tree. I will remember your life. Even if no one knew you were here. I will remember.
It’s cold, I know. It’s dark, I see. But these dark nights won’t last forever. I mean to complete the world.You complete my design. I will more than remember your name. You are more precious than a star in the dark summer night.
Toiled and bruised after a long summer day, you lay there helplessly, wondering and missing, longing and thirsting. I look upon your poverty for your soul hungers much.
Like an orphan abandoned and left alone, you are searching, and I am found by you.
‘How long will you keep me hungry? What is the moral of this hunger?’
I see you asking the moral of your thirst. And I mean to answer your question.
But for now, my question is–
Will you remember my name?
Will you know my name?
When the morning comes, will you more than remember my name?