In life we talk of death Each breath comes closer to out Of this I'm not afraid Though I don't know what it's all about I don't know Decisions that we make The chances that we take The blindness we can't fake Thought I knew But now I know What it's like to be Alone I remember here Thought it was a dream Never thought I'd come to this Living with the fear Now I know what it means Never thought it'd end like this Falling with no end Into what I've only done to me With messages to send Out of what I've only done to me Falling with no Calling with no Crawling to the end Allen Ward August 20, 1992 |