The Last Goodbye

When the darkness draws near,
and the shadows cover the sky…
When the flesh is rotten,
and the bones turned to dust…
Then the soul will be free.

Now the days have come,
the days of searching,
that I am waiting for.
All has been lost,
long, long time ago…

I saw my life,
things that were,
are,
but not
.
.
will be…

It is the time,
.
.
.
time
.
to
.
say
.
goodbye…

Forever
.
.
.
I will be free…
.
.
.