You have been, and will be,
\"Congratulations\",
con-graduation,
somehow, they sound the same,
even more so in a quivering speech.
Parting like funeral pyres,
in some glory glazed in green.
In the underside of a beast known
as a valley, so you sing
as farewell.
Wear it like an armor, I\'m sure,
a blanket of comfort in trying times.
For all that you have given
I hope that love finds you;
that you get by.
I don\'t know why it kills me,
or why it feels this way.
I don\'t know you, you don\'t know me;
it\'s just the pain that comes along when
you watch a dream die.
Dedicated to Ceres Fauna,
- All the best.