Just as the declining sun
In the western horizon
Marked the end of yet another day
I bowed my head slowly
For strength did I pray.

Strength to fight the tears
That welled up in my eyes.
I felt paralysed, unable to leave
With a broken heart which even
The rosy sky couldn't weave.

With misty eyes,
A broken heart,
And a sigh escaping my lips;
Even in that darkest hour I felt
Your touch on my finger tips.

But I fought back all the urge
To stay, to cry
I knew this had to be
My last goodbye.

Slowly, steadily drew a deep sigh
There's no question as to why
I knew this had to be
My last goodbye.

My aching heart if you could see,
My painful gaze if you could meet,