For the first time, I can see the sky.
There's just as many stars as there are meant to be.
All these moments running on through our grasp
we can't reclaim,
and that's all right.
Something close to peace, (the strength to send you on.)
When hope was gone, (discovered anew.)
This darkness soft. (It's right, this time.)
You shiver tight.. (Goodbye, this time.)
I want for nothing
in this world, or the next
if there is, I don't need it anymore.
that cry promise of a winter
that will come once again, always before.
For the last time, I will hold this sky:
I'll forget the names, the forms I'll never know.
I taste the snow and the tears that won't fall.
What's done is done.
What's done is gone.