O Line-O, Before You Go

Look at these souls who adore you so.
They who shared with you times of joy and trysts of sad,
No matter what, we know you made us glad.
Over the crossroad, we say to you: now go slow.

A sage like you whose hero is Thoreau,
Taught lots of us that the lingo used by friends
Is not the speech, not the deed that just swiftly ends
But the goals of love that even the foes bestow.

Behind that forlorn and lonesome closed window,
Your life and death, we make as example.
Your loves and fears, they all moved and made us able
To see more splendors, make memory in the status quo.

Now, onward you go to the Hallowed Plateau,
We bid adieu to sorrow, in time, we see you tomorrow!