It's the end of a chapter, the end of a life
Grief is so new to me; how do I get by?
I am unsure whether I should smile or cry
Should I rejoice in the legacy you left behind,
Or wallow in my sea of tears till' I die?

This is such a twisted feeling, a heavy cross to bear
They'll always be an empty space, an empty chair
With no one sitting in it other than what used to be there
You, you, and only you. God's calling isn't fair
When will I walk up Heaven's stairs?

I am so young with a smile on my heart
I never thought death would tear me apart

Not like this.

I walk along the gloomy beach with blacks and grays
Flooding the ghostly sky like ink pouring into water
Lighting slices through the mass; god's holy sword
The waves of the sea seize my calves in ****** rage
This is the devastation I call home  

My feet long to dance beneath the Eiffel Tower
To feel the grass tickle my toes with pleasure
My pale face yearns for the sun's hot kisses
To feel the heat linger on my white cheeks
Like after a passionate kiss shared in the dark

My eyes wander to the dock up ahead
Tied to it is a boat with a little old man in it
Even from afar, I see the stars in his eyes
The stars of which don't appear in everyone
Only in those who dare to dream

He calls out my name,
"Son! Where ya headin'?"

"Nowhere, sir.
I am just taking a stroll."

Fascination shows in his smile,
"What d'ya say we take a stroll across the world, aye?"

He is an old man off his rocker. But is he really?
He has a bag in his hand, and an oar in the other
The glimmer in his eyes hold a certain seriousness,
A goal he's been chasing after his whole life:
To smell every flower that grows in the Earth

Is that my goal?

I step closer to him,
"Where will we go?"

"Anywhere you want, son."

"I wish to see Paris, France.
I don't have any money, though."

He says money doesn't buy dreams
I've been told the opposite all my life
He reaches his hand out to me
And says, "come along"
With a voice dripping with tenderness.

I somehow find the courage to go
To leave this place so hideous and cold
I want to make memories worth sharing
Ones that burst with color and life
That don’t fade away in black and white

As we paddle against the angry waves,
The home I left grows small and distant
I don't feel bad, nor do I care anymore
My happiness is worth living for
It's mustn't be put on a shelf for a lifetime

Until it turns to dust

I can smell the flowers of Paris already...

Blurred faces swarm my vision
Like bees parading around a hive
They reach out to me with their love
And whisper their sweet goodbyes

They're there, yet they're not

White is the color of death, I suppose
I lay on ivory bed sheets and pillows
Pale walls travel up to who knows where
I pray it'll relieve me of my mortal woes

Is God knocking on my door?

Every teardrop, every tick of the clock
Counts down the seconds before my death
Now that I am withering away to nothing,
I surrender to my eternal rest

My soul is ready for departure

There are a billion words
Lost in the fog of my mind
Wanting to say thank you
To all who were in my life

I'll say this once and only now
You all were the fuel to my fire

Lights out.