The idea of forever is kind of ridiculous, which is unfortunate because it's kind of a nice thing to say, you know. I think it softens the blow of mortality and having to say goodbye to everything you know and everyone you love and all that kind of thing. Quote - Conor Oberst
The time to say goodbye is hardest
When countless strength expires
And hours fades into nothingness
You're left in a womb of pain
At the realm of hope's decrease.
The shadows loom above the ceiling
The sun wafts in its last light
The hands of death parades the room
From the vacant isles pulsed with silence
The sirens echoes from the distant
The death bells like a heron sounds
This unimaginable pain leaves me breathless
The windows quivers, iced up with dew
Slow - breath replays , in constant days of dread
I've longed for peace in the darkness
Thro' pain's increase, memories recite
The dead yesterdays of joys sweet.
The time to say goodbye is hardest
I long to smell the ever green grass again
And to hear the language of the seas
Once more in the mezmerizing moment, of the
Ever changeless sun on the realm of heaven
To breathe the free mist of the mystic flowers
To run with the winds, and to feel its warm pulse
In all the earth aglowed with spring
This feeling overwhelms me
To hear my father's voice again, across
The deep quietude of the ever dreamy river.
The time to say goodbye is hardest
The battling days are long
The nights grow cold and weary
Nothing matters but this one necessity
To breathe free again
Oh to breathe free again
The sweet air undisturbed
To be liberated from this long drawn pain
This flourishing sickness unabated
That has graced me for so long.
The time to say goodbye is hardest
The colour of the room is soft
Soft as the song bird's sweet cheer
Perhaps my thoughts draws me back
To the voice of violins and entralling
Blisses 'neath moon's silk hush to breath's delight
To think that I'd favor here than home
Death than the splendor of life
Is but a sordid insanity.
A freshly home cooked meal
Times spent with friends and family
The joyful laughters
The hugs , the endless kisses
Its sobriety enskies
this languid heart of mines.
The time to say goodbye is hardest
My eyes are wet with fresh remorse
The drips are coursing thro' my veins
The injection leaves me weary
I'm a soldier in this war
How often have I died
How often have I clung
To a strand of breath and hope
But as I look back
On the splendor of all my life
My heart would spring
A ceaseless smile
Thro' the valleys of my pain
Whilst my fervent prayers ascend
To a distant sky, relinquished
Of its glow, then so suddenly
I'm at peace in life's carousel.
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