Under a sky of gold
I glare back to the horizon
How many times was I told
How many times should I’ve been wizen

No longer in control
The fates have snapped my thread
This day I finally pay my toll
As I lower my weary head

The last day
Has come for me to greet
I smile, at least it’s my own way
A small token of honor in defeat

The privilege was mine
The legacy I have beget
My body broken but my spine
Stands unbroken yet

Now I am forlorn
This day will be my last
But I ask you do not mourn
Let grief stay in the past

Take with you
My love and my caring
Which are ever near and true
I’ve paid a cost, overbearing

But I would do it again and again
If this is the cost
I gladly pay with pain
For I am not lost

I know what was at stake
And the risks I willingly took
For with the sacrifices we make
We’ve assured you a broader look

Freedom’s taste
Is seldom acquired without strive
So do not waste
For this gift is paid with my life