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 not defeat, but a sweet release, A final dance, a quiet peace.
They cry, for love doe not let go, It stays, it aches, it hurts, But even as the tears fall one by one, You feel no remorse as the fight is done.
You are free to soar, free to fly, As your soul drifts up to the sky, For in that freedom there is no fear, Just open skies, a soft embrace, A freedom found in death’s sweet grace.
