This grief stands strong, but I will overcome;
As soon as the sunlight bonds
I shall sing my song
And when you are laid to rest,
In the golden dust
My heart will cease to toil in this thought.
And I shall run through these boundless fields,
Sprouting shoots of your name, forever
Until the yielding sun fails,
And time stops
On shores no longer governed
by these petty clocks.
And as his shining seas passed,
The rain came, tears at last
His old old body crooked
His hollow bones crying
And his face gone, stained and fraught.
But in my life his love shall stay,
Till my soul is frayed
When my heart is ash
And all my words are laid to rest
His face shall stay as it was before today.
Broken and bound to death, he stood shyly
Riding silent in the vast plains of heaven,
Sitting on the sun smiling
Wryly to himself,
And joking with the sky
Visiting old old friends way up high,
Joyfully singing the songs of his youth
All those stories he kept inside,
Nestled in the heydays of his pride
Those golden memories wide,
When he was just a boy.
And he will grow wise in heaven;
And in my darkest days,
His star will shine down
And light my path to the past,
When I was young and carefree
And the world carried no weight,