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
