Grasping for air this tunnel of death
Eating my pride, stubbing my heart
Save me from my weakness
Kill my conscience inside
One hand holding on the rail of death
I’m going down, no turning back it seems
All I see is a hole above
So high, so far… can’t reach to save my soul
Fly my butterflies, fly my angels
My body is failing, my mind is blinking
No more tomorrow, this would be the last
Time has come to let go of this rail
Falling down in the tunnel, life is lost
One chance broken, one true love given away
As I closed my hand, wait for the calling
I thank all the memories we shared
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