Goodbye, Opuss...

'Til this day, I won't be on.
'Til this day, it'll be sad until dawn.
Until this day, I won't be on often.
Until this day, rock will never soften.

Tears rolling down my eyes,
When I, and Opuss will say goodbyes.
Rain will fall, sun will never be lit.
It's as cold as rock-hard stone you sit.

I hope there'll be a replacement for me,
As I flow away from Opuss, like the sea.
The sky is black, when I cry,
But I hope my dreams won't go fly.

BUT, this isn't the end,
I just like to pretend!

(I'm going to be off until December though)