I can see you now in a world become so cold.
Maybe in a wondrous time be happy to grow old.
Cant be here or there no way no how.
And long will my last thoughts lie in wait.
I’m faced with the truth while we stand fearless, broken, hollow charging into fate.
Though a thousand blinding lights they hit me in my eye.
It’s funny how each one of those could mean the end of life.
I dont know where or when nor how. I’ve got to get back home.
And long will my last thoughts lie in wait.
Im faced with the truth while all us men fearless, broken charge right into fate.
And here I sit in a room all alone. A room as dark as night.
I can feel my fading breath and what’s before my sight. Yet I smile, I smile, I smile.
And long will my last thoughts lie in wait.
Im faced with the truth while we stand fearless, broken, hollow charging into fate.
All been long enough living with pain remembering the truth.
Will all our names on dust on graves just fade away in vain?