My body's losing its fire with each breath
I'm torn at the seam
My bones are starting to feel like bending
I feel I'm lost in a dream
A chill has lifted its hand to tell me
I'm ready to roam
My mind is willing, but one request
I wish to see my old home
Before I
Before I slip through
Sweet dreams await
Of youth
My body's losing its fire with each breath
I'm nearing the end
I feel the warmth and I feel surrounded
I move to reach for the hand
But with each voice another silhouette appears at my side
Everywhere I look a figure moves to act as a guide
I can see in their eyes familiar looks
I've been here before
I can see in their eyes a loving look
I'm recalling more