The Goodbye Song
In any, hundred, paths of our lives
In how many shall we see
Each other sons, kids and wives
Will we ever get to be
Among our friends, of old
In ages long gone past our prime,
As our skin grows folds
And we come to our passing time
You go east, and I'll go west
Without intent of turning back
But I'll sneak a peek at our behest
To see the friend that I now lack
So bid thee well as I watch you go
Through the miles and misty haze
And I'll always hope through rain and snow
That you'll fall into my gaze."