Goodbye, o ye children of my before.
My heaven waited for you to be more,
Our becoming only dug a big hole
To let you find rest as a duty-role.
Goodnight to all things unachieved by me
The foursome’ was fore’ chains tasted the free.
You’re no longer a burden that seeks love,
You have only let cold take on my glove.
Here lies the body but the soul still roams,
in shape of lost, without roof on our homes.
While you sleep reminding me of the night,
Our trust will move on to the hopeful light