The cruel hands of time
That move so slowly
But tighten around my neck
For I refuse to find the strength
To rage against
This cold and dying light
So cling to me as the evening falls
And the darkness outside grows
These eyes that raged like fire
have burnt their last
So set your face against the storm that bends
but does not break
For here she comes
A heaven sent to rescue me
With flowers in her hair
And fire in her eyes
I lay these weary bones to rest
And take my place above the fires light
I have seen things you could not dream of
But I am just a step along the way

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