When the light has gone Mourning begins Once grief is overcome The memory of the light remains Close to dusk they beleaguer you The ghosts of remembrance The beholder of the miracles Retelling the past you resisted Self-deceiving, self-abnegating Suspicious of your own inner voice Echoes will recall the past Let bygones be bygones Come to terms with yourself Time will bring the cure Disavowing past mistakes again Deaf to the increasing voices Ignoring your wish to come to terms Spoken phrases will die away There falls a deep silence But after some time Echoes will recall the past Let bygones be bygones Come to terms with yourself Time will bring the cure When the light has gone Mourning begins Once grief is overcome The memory of the light remains Echoes will recall the past Let bygones be bygones When the light has gone Mourning begins Once grief is overcome The memory of the light remains at nightfall Echoes will recall the past Let bygones be bygones Come to terms with yourself Time will bring the cure