There was letting him go,
or letting him stay here.

Neither choice was easy.
Neither choice would please me.

Even though his intentions were
not pure, sometimes he was a cure.

Serious sobs would be silly ones.

And I am ashamed to say that I
miss him for the moment.

A pitiful creature with a damaged
soul and belief he has no role.

Oh, sir, how I weep and wish
to quell your spirits now.

Fly away, songbird, and take
your bow. Tell them of how
you will never find the reality
of life ever again.