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.