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The echo is harder to understand as it fades,

it deteriorates the moment it leaves your mouth.

Nights are long. Days are short (and people are cold).

when you arrive north from the south.

Familiar hearts and faces faded not so long ago.

It is so hard when the people you love

become people you don't know.

The eerie twilight of our lives.

I feel my heart beat in the night,

counting each pulse,

the anticipation of each strike,

pushing the blood of hope through my veins...

The hope that I will see the dawn

and have one more chance to step forward.

Fearlessly facing myself, everyday.

My worst enemy sleeps in my bed.

He wears my clothes and goes with me everywhere I go...

"Alone in my tower, I am surrounded by nothing and no-one

I'm lost and empty in a wilderness of cold steel

and concrete,

I wait for self extinction.

A burning in my chest and a barren thirst still remain

A flame still burns somehow,

it's hard to see but I feel the burn on my skin"

(Dave Condon)

The sunlight dances in the distance...

Through drifting grey, muted emerald greens,

framed by wind swept prairie.

Our memories fade into legend, right somehow made wrong...

The years pass by and we see that for this world we are not long,

In the end, keep my spirit in the mountains.

Let my body flow to the sea.

Pour my ashes in the river and chase the grain after me.

Chase the grain after me.

(We dance the dance of death to the symphony of life.

Let us dance as long as we can.)