Sometimes people say good-bye
And you miss them through the tears you cry
You sit and remember them as you're alone...
Thinking of all the spirits having flown
People touch our lives in so many ways...
And we remember their teachings through the days
Through their lives we also have grown
And we carry them always, spirits having flown
Is there a reason they needed to go?
It's hard to believe, just say it isn't so
Now you walk again....on your own
Begging back spirits having flown
Now my time has come to leave this place
A poetic journal to take my place
Words are my calling, the one thing I've known
Remember me as another spirit having flown