The EndI feel it slipping away
I can see the countdown everyday.
Nothing seems quite the same anymore
Too many paths and not enough doors. Winds are pushing me in all directions
And warning bells ring at every occasion.
Even the dying sun can feel it,
Coming closer with every step. I remember a time when I knew
What to do, where to hide, and when to fight. But memories fade like shooting stars,
Bright one moment and gone the next.
Burned into my mind, or so I thought. I see my life flash before the skies
And it brings bitter tears to my eyes
Now it's time for the sweet good-byes. Here I go, wish me luck;
New door opening, this door shut.
Jade Smith ~ November 29th, 2002