Farewell

I hear no sound of this April rain, just that of a quiet tear, My eyes can see simplicity, but are blind to the suns rebirth; Farewell to immortal thoughts coming from streams of light Caught in our last good-bye Recalled are memories of what is past, bound to thoughts retold, Hopes of change in a far off land, are like tomorrows past; The measure of a man lays in the spirit of his life, in the will of words retold, And those found in his last good-bye Through this April morning rain, came the hush of a quiet tear, No sign is held to our blessed eyes here in the morning rain; A ray of lights immortal beam, confined to the silent sounds And that single last good-bye In Memory of Albert L