Like a wilting flower on its final hour
My life is coming to an end
So many things undone, so many things unsaid
If only I had followed instead of having led
What a strange sensation, this life so much frustration
So much sorrow, seems no hope for a tomorrow
Tears and fears throughout the years
Let me find that Great Beyond
Where the sun always shines and laughter reigns
Take my hand and lead me there
I am not afraid to die, though I sometimes wonder why
The pain, the anguish, the sorrow, the tears,
The lies, the cries, the worries and the fears
And
All for what, all for this?
Now I know why
I am not afraid to die
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