After many tides have come and gone
Your smile becomes a setting sun.
Many days and countless nights
Are memories to use as light.
Goodbyes are hard to give
And harder to let go.
So much yet left to live
So much we'll never know.
The winds are good,
Of that you can be sure,
So float on thy heartwood
And draw a path that's pure.
Sail on and on
Past the setting sun
And float beyond the heavens
To settle upon the shining eleven.
Wings spread proud
And smiling bright
You'll skip on clouds
And we shall write.
Goodbye
Farewell
Till next we meet
In spirit's realm.
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