He's gone,
he will never come back
Do not cry for those long
gone, your tears will not buy his return

In the morning
you may see him on the horizon,
and you may wish to gaze on in forlorning
But alas! Is a facade! He is gone

Do not weep-
He is far, oh so far, and if he were
to join you in that bed in which you sleep
he would be farther still

So be still.
Do not move from your anchored ground.
Do not to his eyes abandon your steel will,
for even if you search, he will not be found

Lost! Lost! and yet more lost
He shall never find you
For even if after you he sought,
you were too far gone before his presence even strayed