As I lie here, knowing I will

(never) Get away from here

(alive) Through death

No one can do anything but to wait

As I slowly wither from within



Soon I won't be able to move

- Will I see the land

Soon I won't be able to speak

- Where my ancestors sleep

Soon I won't even be able to think clearly

- Will I ever journey home



Dying faster, thinking of all things

unaccomplished

Ideas only I could ever carry through

All my dreams discarded before my time was

due



I will float in to the ever

If there is an ever

I will only know for sure

When it's too late for me to tell you



So I'll just give you my best regards