The cautionary vision beyond the hills br Flows through the river of my mind and it spills br I head above and don’t look back br You’ve been great but carry the sack br br Like sand you disappear through my fingers br Though your soft touching words lingers br An everlasting glow is all that I will know br Until the dawn cracks and the vision will show br br The tapping of the past peeps through your window br A final reminder of the memory you are about to let go br A rush of cold brushes through your spine br Look through the old pages and draw the final line br br Farewell to the whistling bird br Let her sing but Let it free br Let the past be nothing but a memorybr br Sara Tehranibr br