Farewell to Old Friends, Pt. 4

I miss your grace, miss your sight I miss the friend and your guide
The way ahead, your trace behind … I wipe off the tears, move on to find
After the rain and down the road … Out of your pain flowers will grow
During the night while you wait for the sun
Look up to the sky for a new day will come
Though it grieved me, it hurt me, still sometimes I cry …
Though not easy I finally agreed to say good-bye
Learn to let go and find — don’t endure it in vain
Know that a rainbow can never arise without rain …
Far we expect the sun — but right here it will hide
Farewell to old friends but a welcome to life …
… that’s a reason to survive!