And the many pains I have caused you.
How thoughtless, how foolish I have been.
But if the dead can come back to this earth,
And move unseen around those they love,
I shall always be with you.
In the brightest day and the darkest night.
And when the soft breeze fans your cheek,
It shall be my breath.
Or the cool air on your throbbing temple
It shall be my spirit passing by.
Do not mourn me dead
Think I am gone and wait for me
For we shall meet again.
