The Others

It's been fun, we've had our merry time
being mischievous, committing our crime

i will miss you always, grieve for your loss
this break came quickly, almost at a toss

the day is dying in the west, so i must go
why do i leave, that you may never know

believe in yourselves, please just do well
think of the future, not of those who fell

this era ends, another begins, i hear the call
my time is finally done, i shall miss you all

my mind is cleared, my judgment made
i think this path better, than if i had stayed

i will leave you now with my humble parting gift
to find all that is good in people, you have to sift

your servant:
David

"dedicated to the fine people on the others message board, I'll miss you all."