I said my goodbyes to the sun 
my little one, so far away. 
And how strange, how small we must become 
yet as familiar as yesterday 

The bluest iris that I'd ever seen 
SHe vanished like a dream, sinking back 
into the ground 
Singing "maybe I wept real tears" 
but maybe she was hiding because she wanted to be found 
You wanted to be found! 

Don't be afraid of him. 
Be still.