Does our journey of existence end with the ending of life, or is the ending of life nothing more than a parting from all that has been, with our journey continuing alone, in other forms and along other routes?
THE PARTING
Like a star in the moonlight,
Like a wave from the shoreline,
All alone with the future,
All the dreaming is done.
Like the birth of a morning,
Now the death of an evening,
For the dawning is over,
And the past has now gone.
Friends and dreams are but shadows
In Oblivion’s vortex,
For the show is completed,
And the cast must move on.
Not to look back in silence,
For the past cannot answer,
And a new world is waiting,
Where my heart has not shone.
All my sorrows are ended,
All my joys are departed,
All alone I must travel,
All alone I go on.
THE PARTING
Like a star in the moonlight,
Like a wave from the shoreline,
All alone with the future,
All the dreaming is done.
Like the birth of a morning,
Now the death of an evening,
For the dawning is over,
And the past has now gone.
Friends and dreams are but shadows
In Oblivion’s vortex,
For the show is completed,
And the cast must move on.
Not to look back in silence,
For the past cannot answer,
And a new world is waiting,
Where my heart has not shone.
All my sorrows are ended,
All my joys are departed,
All alone I must travel,
All alone I go on.
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