When my people mourn on July 14th,

They will kneel in front of the altar.

And you, my friend, will watch them:

Your loyalty has never faltered.

It’s been a century and more to count,

Yet I have left and you have not.

So please, do not weep my dear friend

For on my Death Day, gallantly, you have fought.

As I ride into the stars with my head held high

Disappearing silently into the midnight blue sky,

You hold the glowing orb whispering your goodbyes,

Staring with your burning alien eyes.

Now I watch from above remain in the heavens,

As you pace the hard paved grounds of Earth.

Look for a woman with the last name Evans:

She will be the reason for my rebirth.