I remember the day when they walked away,

They stepped out into the storm,

And some into the forest,

Some to the desert.

And we haven't seen them since

Except in dreams and in our imagination.

They haunt us there. And everywhere we turn,

We find their absence calling us into the unknown.

And the world is worse off without them,

It grows darker and darker every day.

How we hate Him for taking the best,

Almost as much as we hate ourselves

For not having faith enough to follow.