I send you to the restless sun
Awaiting your sweet shine,
And in between this world and next
I’ll hold your hand in mine.
For it is there between the sky
And boundless clouds of blue
That those who’ve passed this way before
Are waiting there for you.
Life is made of many things,
Of love, of grief, of strife.
Women pulled by many strings,
A child, mother, wife.
And now those strings will bind no more.
You’re free to chase the wind.
This is where your troubles end
And where your peace begins.
