Himself he couldn't seem to find

Memories flooded through his mind

War, sailboats, snow and sleds

Sunburn, death, the color red

Gabe's light eyes and his deep stare

Fiona's fiery red hair

He knew they were waiting, he felt them there

For his natural life he no longer cared

The music of the angels did invite

Him to give up the well fought fight

The heavy weight of the memories did permanently cease

As Jonas journeyed Elsewhere by release