Leaving his life behind him 
Resting the body that confined him 
Releasing his soul from the earth 
He’s proved his worth and lived a long time 
So now it is time for us to say goodbye 
 
Fighting with tragedy 
Angels won’t hear his plea 
They’re ripping his soul from the earth 
And all that he could have been will never be seen 
So now we’re obliged to say goodbye 
 
And it hurts for those who are left behind 
But I don’t really think that I mind 
Which one of the fateful kind I’ll be 
It doesn’t worry me 
 
Life is a fragile thing 
A work of art I’m a colour in 
And I want my strokes to show 
Whether they’re short or long is of no matter 
As long as they are strong when I have to go 
 
And it hurts for those who are left behind 
But I don’t really think that I mind 
Which one of the fateful kind I’ll be 
It doesn’t worry me