Fire marching on the walls
The sound of dying calls
People on the left don't know
People on the left please go
Help please don't go
I have one last wish to show
Pure and innocent I cry
Faces, the last before I die
Vanishing light see me stay
Memories like sand washing away
Playing games no more
My silent soul hits the floor
When it is over
I wilt like clover
Body will says secrets
Mind will show weakness
All the parts of life together
Love like rain and stormy weather
Questions lost within my mind
Places I will never find
Be then what is not
Sit down with us
Share this living plot
Turn around
Hear that the end is near
Feel the coldest touch of fear
Stare into the living Christ
Life, our words the final spice
Space around us is dead
The sun around us turning red
Somehow this feels like the end
Or maybe it’s just around the bend
-D
