If the day should end but gently
Upon whispers of the night
The dreamy haze of falling leaves
Or my teardrops in flight.
Please do not grieve wildly
For I have earned such rest
A weary soul to close his eyes
A babe to mothers breast.
The bird that circles over head
Noisey in his joy
Shall be the heart of one whom fought
From manhood to a boy.
Childrens voices upon the air
Delirious in play
Shall be the echo of myself
Upon that fated day.