(The Long Gray Line’s version)
It was the setting sun of my last day.
Earnest Reigner Bahian May the great almighty guide where my footsteps be.
Alfred Kenneth Tingabngab III And when I let loose my last breath and when my soul breaks free from the physical body, I pray that the Lord be kind to me during judgement. I pray, too, that those who I aggrieved forgive me and release me from the chains of anger and hurt. I pray that when such time comes my soul will smile and acknowledge my physical journey knowing I did my best and I tried to be true to myself by doing and pursuing what is right and proper. After which, my soul shall radiate in a smile as I look forward to what is the Lord’s purpose for me in my new adventure. Farewell then but it’s always never goodbye.
Ming Seven Why it has to be this way?
When you offered everything,
When even at the brink of success, you gave up that one more step, to stretch my hand, to pull you up, to save you from frailties and cruelties of reality…
Yes, it was that love, an unconditional one that matters most. Regrets? Yes maybe for sometime but not so long…
I have life to live…thanks God, no matter what, He lives in me now… So long my friend eternally…
Jfj Mon And so i zipped my bag, took one deep breath as i etched in my mind’s eye all the details of this room that had been our loyal witness to all the beautiful memories we shared, then i stepped out into the sunset.
dan,mel&jim Knowing the heaviness in my heart would not be a consolation nor a passing discomfort. I witnessed my life in all its truthful brutalities and never flinched in whatever blows fate could deal. Still I enjoyed my pleasures, my joys, my affections, my vanities and my frailties as only a mortal could. In time the sun too, will be gone and never come back. A lesson for all men: Shine as bright as you could for as long as you could. Never worry about the darkness. With eyes closed, dreams would never end.
I looked at the sun until it was gone. The wind blew and made the grasses dance with the song of the night. I closed the book where my story ended. And just like that, I was gone.
“Elvis had left the building.”