Oh, to leave the world behind,
The grinding wheel, the weary mind,
The chains of life, once harsh and tight,
Slip softly into the velvet night.
The breathe you bore the pain you bore,
Are the weights you’ll carry never more,
The birds, soaring high among the stars of the night sky,
A housand echoes of goodbye.
To close the eyes that knew such pain,
To fold the hands that broke in strain,
It is n...
