One day I’ll drift away into the coming day. I’ll look back, try to look back, against the coming fray.
I hope to smile and send some hope as I fly about. Not to change the coming fate of foregone distant route.
I’ll try to send a happy thought, a message of hope and love. To those I’ll miss and those I’ll watch as I hopefully go above.
And if instead the darkness comes at least I’ve seen the light. Of those I love and the ones I’ll miss, worth the loss of sight.