Farewell, My Friend Poem by Alexander Foald

Tastes like the spring in the morning
Fueled by the sweetness of dreams
Tonight is the place where we're hiding
Tomorrow will be our final to wish

Don't be afraid of anything
As long as we beat it in every inch
Take a trip, farewell with our last sing
Goodbye never be heard too much

So good night, sleep tight
Don't wake until the day is upright
We fall now for the better win
We separate now until we meet again