there iS no futurE herE
onlY memories we hOld dear
the line is drawn
we ride at dawn
breath yoUr final breath
i lOok back aNd shed a tear
but come end of This year
all tHis will bE lOst
and so in Turn will us
we can Hear the march of dEath
oh fRiends in thiS tIme
i lenD you my rhymE
so we may together
move on like a feather
lost in a gust of winD
what now shall be our guide?
will I ever return to your side?
look with your eye,
follow polaris in the sky,
and I May see you again.
though it’s over do not be sad,
reMember everything wE’ve had,
and I hope instead you’ll be glad.
all good things in their own time, must end.