Before I go,
I must speak to you
One last time.
I know you worry,
Dear heart.
Although I no longer roam this earth,
My spirit will continue its legacy.
The wind will continue its blowing,
The sea will ebb and flow,
As the birds squawk and cry.
My voice will sing in their chirps,
My heart in theirs.
There is one thing left.
I regret everything I've told you.
When I am gone,
That will be it.
I will be as dead as the leaves in the ice-cold winter.
Never again will you hear me in the crashes of the waves,
The howl of the wind,
And the whistle of the trains.
I take back everything I said.
Feb 25
Feb 25, 2026 at 8:25 PM UTC
Before I go,
I must speak to you
One last time.
I know you worry,
Dear heart.
Although I no longer roam this earth,
My spirit will continue its legacy.
The wind will continue its blowing,
The sea will ebb and flow,
As the birds squawk and cry.
My voice will sing in their chirps,
My heart in theirs.
There is one thing left.
I regret everything I've told you.
When I am gone,
That will be it.
I will be as dead as the leaves in the ice-cold winter.
Never again will you hear me in the crashes of the waves,
The howl of the wind,
And the whistle of the trains.
I take back everything I said.
Another for my class!
