Farewell to Old Friends, Pt. 4 - Sylvan

I miss your grace, miss your sight I miss the friend and your guide

The way ahead, your trace behind … I wipe off the tears, move on to find

After the rain and down the road … Out of your pain flowers will grow

During the night while you wait for the sun

Look up to the sky for a new day will come

Though it grieved me, it hurt me, still sometimes I cry …

Though not easy I finally agreed to say good-bye

Learn to let go and find — don’t endure it in vain

Know that a rainbow can never arise without rain …

Far we expect the sun — but right here it will hide

Farewell to old friends but a welcome to life …

… that’s a reason to survive!