There have been days of darkness,
Talking to you.
There have been days of light.
In the end you will always be my friend,
And I hope to see you again.
A journey so is parlous,
Discovered true.
We’re birds ready for flight.
I pray Heaven your soul reaches the high,
Seeing you in happy tears shy.
For our days are never done,
No one to shun.
Coming so far to strive;
Journey of days alive.