And i shall befriend the goodbye of all
so sorrow and despairs will fade with me
i shall resurrect the past if dead
but never will i live with it
Shall walk whence
to thee to whom everything is found
but the lenses of mine were lost
left i guess in darkness of life
now i stand on the foot of low
shouting to thee...please come and show
here, from here can you hear my hail
or shall i sit, lie..........and die
with my heart wounded unheal!