My soul has been torn from me as though I am but dreaming,
My heart now spent in this worldly rent and I am now grieving,
All the beauty that was around me fades as I sigh my last sigh,
For now as I breathe my last breath I am slowly dying.

Last night I dreamt and heard of my dearest companions, Cheery faces that once brighten the room, as I awoke I lay alone,
I pondered for days gone by when we were all but young and bold,
But I know that soon I must die the last of whom had survived.

As morning did rise crimson edge that broke the night sky,
The cold did lift from and the winds, as they did sigh,
I rose to take a breath, not knowing it was my last,
From the light that greeted me now fades and it did come,
Now I am done and have been greeted with eternal rest.