They've gone to whatever

They're leaving us behind

Floating... as light as a feather

They'll rise to a different kind



Maybe it was better this way

Although one could have some doubts

For peace we all shall pray

Now... silence's such a dreadful sound



A group of pigeons sing

At some time there was a light

This should have been a new beginning

But the lord is always right...



It's not fair...