My good old friend
I haven't seen in ages
I heard you are going
to a faraway isle.

I wish I could see
your grand departure
but it pains me too much
to see the leave of a soul so pure.

I may appear mature
by the name of my age
But I'm still unsure
If I want to leave my cage.

My good old friend
you needn't worry.
They will soon send my soul,
trust me i'm in no hurry.

I may think that I'm strong,
but I fear which boat will take me there.
I want to prolong where I feel I belong,
As I cannot prepare for the ghoulish air.

My good old friend
how I still wish you were here,
I cannot make amends
or endear when you disappear.

I may not think you are gone,
I long for your presence as I sing our song.
*Sweet girl wake up to hear the sunlight,
but don't open your eyes until the time's right