The last songs are being written
even the skies have stopped crying,
when you decide to leave,
always remember, I never stopped trying.

 

I will make the bed up each day,
like you are still coming home to me,
I will still hold the door for you,
for I know that someday you will be here to see.

 

You are the star whose light I grow in,
you are the light in which this world thrives,
when you decide to return, remember,
you will find no dead flowers nor dead life,
you are the life you are taking away,
you are the life you will be bringing back.