Who would

I wonder who would care if I was gone Who would ponder over my unknown legacy Who would cry right next to me Whose pain I would feel Who's whimper would be the last ones I hear Who would cry on my chest Who would do nothing more than look away Who would celebrate my life Who would rejoice in my demise Who would carry on in my place Who would cry all night But most of all I wonder miss me Who would wonder where I am How my lover would move on And who would not comprehend What would happen next What stories people would tell Who would say I'm in heaven Who would say I'm in hell Who would make my stories sell Who would make me famous Who would know my works Who would know my passion Who would know it hurts But who most of all would know my worth