It's... not as sad as I thought it'd be. To say, "fare thee well." and be nothing more than just someone's memories. Perhaps it's in these precious memories that's why, I cling unto hope and look at the sky. Though for every start there's always an end, but I will always remember our journey, my friends. The moments may fleet, and time may fly, In trodden ground, and mountains climbed. Joy, and grief-of tears I do cry, for in every good, there's always goodbye.
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It's... not as sad as I thought it'd be.
To say, "fare thee well." and be nothing more than just someone's memories.
Perhaps it's in these precious memories that's why,
I cling unto hope and look at the sky.
Though for every start there's always an end,
but I will always remember our journey, my friends.
The moments may fleet, and time may fly,
In trodden ground, and mountains climbed.
Joy, and grief-of tears I do cry,
for in every good, there's always goodbye.