Authority forgets a dying king.
Gone - flitted away, Taken the stars from the night and the sun From the day! Gone, and a cloud in my heart.
It is hard to wive and thrive both in a year.
Battering the gates of heaven with the storms of prayer.
Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
For this alone on Death I wreak The wrath that garners in my heart: He put our lives so far apart We cannot hear each other speak.