When the light has gone
Mourning begins
Once grief is overcome
The memory of the light remains

Close to dusk they beleaguer you
The ghosts of remembrance
The beholder of the miracles
Retelling the past you resisted
Self-deceiving, self-abnegating
Suspicious of your own inner voice

Echoes will recall the past
Let bygones be bygones
Come to terms with yourself
Time will bring the cure

Disavowing past mistakes again
Deaf to the increasing voices
Ignoring your wish to come to terms
Spoken phrases will die away
But after some time

Echoes will recall the past
Let bygones be bygones
Come to terms with yourself
Time will bring the cure

When the light has gone
Mourning begins
Once grief is overcome
The memory of the light remains

Echoes will recall the past
Let bygones be bygones

When the light has gone
Mourning begins
Once grief is overcome
The memory of the light remains at nightfall

Echoes will recall the past
Let bygones be bygones
Come to terms with yourself
Time will bring the cure