Final Chapter – Whispering Of Good-Bye

When my dusk is drawn
In the twilight's gleam
A tear does fall in silent stream.

When I raise my eyes
For to see the light
I go through the shadow's vastrous might.

And I won't see
When the morning redeems
The sad voice of the tender night;
A sad voice, and it seems
Like some whispering of good-bye.