Hello, my friend,
Long time, no see!
Remember that time we went out to sea?

It was you, and me, and our friends,
The tavern was warm and we had mead,
But the sea was calling, you heard it too.
You know that our hearts speak to each other true.

A storm caught us, the sails had broke,
It was dark, it was dank and there was no hope.
Fate took you that night, never to, again, sing
I hope you strayed on an island and became king.

Once again, I go out at sea,
I know I won't come back.
You guys were my life,
I'll treasure our time.
The fish, the song, our comraderie.
Our time.

Remember when I said to you -
"God has room under the sky for you too." ?
Sometimes, I wish someone would tell me the same,
But I know, inside, there's no one but me to blame.

All my tears have been shed.
All my thoughts have turned to dread.
My chest has turned into lead.
Am I still alive or am I dead?

Perhaps, someday, it will all go away,
With a smile, I shall greet another day,
Defiant I stand, in front of it all,
With mud sprayed on my face -
I still stand tall!

Today, I am defeated -
Tomorrow I will be defeated too.
After two days, I will still be defeated,
And in three days, I remain defeated.
In four days, I will keep being defeated,
After D days, perhaps it will stop.

I am feeble in body, mind and soul,
A lost, white lamb, tainted with coal,
I must keep smiling, I must walk forward,
Time waits for no one!

-- I shall have a drink.

Hello friend, remember me?
We used to cast our rods together,
If you will kindly grace me,
Wait for me in the nether!
I want to ask you how you've been,
And if they're taking care of you there,
Lately, they're asking about you everywhere!

I raise a toast to your kindness,
That you spread everywhere around,
All it took is for me to ask,
For me --
to dive into your teachings in abound.

Let my eulogy reach your ears,
With the mercy of God, forgiving,
Let The Holy Spirit be your compass,
And this, a tribute to your legend.

The night provides catharsis,
To those who do not listen.
Daylight shows the truth -
That I never want to see.
You are my antithesis ,
Like a carpet of falling leaves.

You hide from me your secrets,
That would break me, had I known,
Yet the owls cry the night for me,
For secrets I do not own.

My dear protector,
       - my confident,
       - my bearer of wind

Do not banish me forever,
Across the river Styx, please,
Instead, lay down with me in silence,
On our carpet of fallen leaves.