A somber calls through the dark, And sorrow pierces love, The sparrow sings and mourn does the meadow lark.

A golden tear, That wets the candle, That guides where you go, and hides you from your fear.

Do not let the candle dampen, Or your wings fall down, For never will the chance come again and then your soul will be taken.

I loved you when you were present, No matter how different we were, And I let go to the friendship you've always lent.