the end soon comes
the time draws near
the curtain one day will close
i'll miss the life
that could have been
and most i'll miss my son
i'll miss the chances
that slipped away
i'll miss the love that's gone
and even the heartache
and the pain
i'll miss them only some
i don't know what
that day will be
i know not yet the time
i don't know what
the means will be
i sense Death's hand sublime
i'll miss the trees
i'll miss the stars
i'll miss my Colby's charm
i'll miss the chances
come and gone
and the rapture in lover's arms
few will cry
or truly weep
when I have come and gone
my words will die
along with me
as well as the chance for love
regret for things
i can't undo
is simply not enough
no room for trust
or faith or love
from any here or above
soon fade I shall
unto the dust
and none shall find my grave
had they believed
in who I am
could i have surely been saved
yet nonetheless
the time draws nigh
the shadowed dark draws near
one day i'll leave
this world that cannot
trust because of fear
ironic how
in everything
we see fear played no part
nothing was built
without taking risks
there'd be nothing if fear gripped the heart
perhaps one day
a soul like mine
will stand upon my grave
and wonder like i
who this person was
if they took risks or were afraid
each life that passes
from this world
is mere reflection of our own
if they found love
in this faithless world
then they found more than anyone
but whether it
be accident
or whether sheer heartbreak
i know there's nothing
there's no real love
just hearts quick to forsake
