So it comes to be.
Time prepares & heals for the path ahead.
As long as my wounds have not rendered me,
Not sent to poetic battlefield in the sky
The fight is stronger.
We all grow stronger.
So a farewell I hail.
The great & shiny copper farewell to all.
Defy the odds.
Live your lives.
And always move forward with instincts.
So tip our hats tonight and say
"Good riddance to the pushers...good riddance and farewell."
PRIDE AND SORROW
Long road,
The voyagers follow with delight.
Parting in the friendliest of ways.
Their departure shall be mourned.
Long road,
They head out to formulate their own theories.
Calculating ratios of what is and what should be.
They journey alone.
Long road,
Compilations of conquest and defeat.
Fate will guide them.
They travel with accompanied spirit.
Long road,
We grumble as they walk out the door.
Proud to see them do what is right.
We shall miss them...so.
