Departure

    Be it sight, sound, smell, or touch 
    Something inside retains so much
    The sight of a touch or the scent of a sound
    Or the strength of an oak with roots deep in the ground
    The wonder of flowers to be covered and then burst up
    Through tarmac to the sun again
    Or to fly to the sun without burning a wing
    To lie in a meadow and hear the grass sing
    To have all these things in our memory stored
    And we use them to help us ..

    Moody Blues