When I'm gone,
With the wind of
Time, I'll see you

In a dream of
Thousand dreams.
I'll whisper the words

Taken from us by
The hurts our hearts
Have had, over the years

Of longing for our old
Selves, like the first
Time we looked

Into each other's eyes.
Someday, when I'm gone
With the wind of time

I'll soar above the
Horizon of your memory,
Beyond our lives and love's

Greatest irony.