The Last Goodbye

After my death, do not mourn over my grave

I'm not there, I will never be again

I'm restless as I fly, a thousand miles

Chasing the winds of the northern skies

I flow through the water of vain

Terrified yet mystified over and over again

I chose the song that calls my name

The fire in my soul still aflame

I'm not there, I will not be any more

I'm present in the shining glint of snow

You will find me in the whispers of air

Hear my voice in the song of the sea

I will be found where the tree leaves rustle

I will be there in the light autumn rains.