Dear Son...
I believe... my time is over now...
I have to leave... and head towards...
the unknown land...
The Chariot of fire... is here, for me...
It's ready to run... the last ride...
I know, you'd like, to come along...
but it's not your time yet...
It's not your time...
I've seen many times... the sun rise
I've seen the sun set...
And I've seen... the seeds I planted...
Grow strong...
I know you'll cry for me
I know you'll miss me...
This isn't my place anymore...
My spirit will always be with you,
And one day, we'll meet again.
by Sysyphus
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