(claude s.)



...and so another evening

Comes to a desperate close.

No one to say goodnight to at

This hour...

I had a distant foresight of

What could have been real.

If only nothing faded, nothing

To be feared...



If i had a memory, if i had a

Thought to share, something to

Hold onto, something bright as

Stars...



There would be no final

Moments, this long wait for the

Dawn. another sun is rising

Where my soul seems to fall.



These are the final days...

These are the final days...

These are the final days...

These are the final days...

These are the final days...

These are the final days...