I only hear one word sounds like goodbye
The reverb in my mind as an echo
All that I need to make it final
is for you to leave

But, where, where would you go
into some glorious sunset
like a young cowboy heading west
You’d find miles without heaven’s smiles
and Charon’s lake full of snakes, a veritable hell

Even an ending of your own making
where lies only soft ground and easy ways
that would soon grow old
creeping cold that does not become you
t’will not set you free or kill your pain

it is never the last nor will ever be…
only when you hear the charm of angels crying
then and only then, in a fall of silence will you know the end