This Is Not Good-Bye
The world has changed and with it, so have I.
I can no longer walk this earth in peace.
Mourn for me not, I beg you not to cry.
This is not the end; this is not good-bye.
Worry not about my suffering, friend.
The time has come to worry for yourself.
You have a life to live, gardens to tend.
And knowing that you prosper, I shall mend.
Do not grieve my absence; I am not sad.
I am sailing to the west silver shores.
A peaceful place called the Undying Land.
But where I go, you cannot follow, lad.
Someday you will join me on the gray shore
And reunited we shall be once more.