As I walk towards my destination
listening to naught but music to my ears,
a reassuring breeze blows across my face
for a while I shall forget my fears.
Heaven glows with an orange tinge,
as though the clouds were set on flames.
My dear friend is setting for today
to return home, quite far away.
The Lord paints his canvas (behold!)
perhaps the stories never told.
My path is narrow, yet very long.
But when the evening sings, I’ll sing along