I have said goodbye a thousand times
To my reflection upon the mirror and the ripples in the stream
I have whispered it in my dreams and to the voices in the wind
I have spoken it with a smile and choked it out upon a sob
So many times has it been said; I now see it in the clouds
I feel it in the thunder and catch its scent within the storm
I’ll say it, say it, say it again
To the empty air, the now and then
But in the end it’s nothing more, and nothing less,
Than a gust of wind upon my lips
And an echo in an empty room