Farewell, my donor... goodbye for now.

 Let me go,

I need not any more of you, nor do I want your spells.

I am not one who steals, I'm not even one to take.

Keep your notes, keep your gestures, keep your spells...

Both the good and the bad.

Let me live as beautifully as before I got to know you...

And I shall never ask for any more of you again!

I shall not wish evil to you or anyone of your tribes...

Nor must I pray for any one of you.

Let's not meet, not see, not even try to find each other.

If there shall be a little glimpse of feeling in your dead heart,

Let it be there, for the hearts deserve to feel,

But not always the soul.

Let us be bonded by hearts,

And separated by souls if ever your heart were to beat for me.

But for now, I can't bear this suffering,

For your folks are way too cruel to me,

While you are just too weak to side me.

If you can't stand by me as how I wish for you to do...

Or love me as how you wrote in that song about me...

Or put a meaning to my presence of how you portrayed in your poetic lyrics...

I ask if you for this one quest.

Let me go, and I'll let you go...

All ways, all gone... once and for all.

Albeit, you know, I know, they know...

And we all know that your blood is what I carry,

Even if life gets the best of me,

No one could ever erase what's traced in my bones.

Farewell, my donor... goodbye for now.

- SHAHER