I can't imagine the end,
of all the things to be gone through.
I know I'm gonna die,
the pain of it drawing close.
I'm only left alone,
with the gift of memories,
of days good and old.
The days where I sat on the rocks,
watching the waves break on the steps.
With my feet in the cold waves,
a dying sun decorating the clouds.
The days when I felt like a child,
travelling to the corners of the world.
with my arms of steel,
full of energy and zeal.
I can't imagine my end,
lonely and alone,
withered from my journey of life.
I realize I'm only left alone,
with the gift of memories,
of days good and old.
I can't imagine why,
He who made me travel alone?
The journey of good or bad,
I can't decide.
But why should I complain?
I can't feel the pain.
I can't imagine my end,
in the cold of a winter morning.
I realize I'm only left alone,
with the gift of memories.
I realize the end is near,
Let me sleep forever.
