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Why is it that people say

They're not afraid

Afraid to die

When I'm terrified?

The prospect of a song unsung

So much to say

What could it be?

I may never find

Each day we dance atop a ledge

Yet we choose not to look down

But I have seen a fallen soul

Down from the clouds

He lays below

When your time arrives at last you find

A certainty within your crumbling mind

That light inside, just dying to let shine

Begins to fade. It always fades.

All that you touch and all that you see

Fades in time like a memory

In time we'll all be claimed

From the cradle to the grave

No one can outlast

Facing your final breath

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may

When your time arrives at last you find

A certainty within your crumbling mind

That light inside, just dying to let shine

Begins to fade. It always fades.

All that you touch and all that you see

Fades away