Through life's twists and turns,
I am the hunted.
With barrels breathing down my neck,
One day this race
Will come to an end.

As I dodge these bullets,
Can't help but see your face
Across this barren tundra.
I will trudge on.

Carrying on through this tragedy,
I know we'll meet again,
And I can't wait to see
What form I'll take
When I'm forced to meet my maker.

Moving on from safety
To see the great unknown,
As I hide from my darkness
and fight someone else's war.
Today may be my last,
but I can taste a bittersweet victory
In my ending.

(Time seems endless when
I'm hanging by a string,
Waiting for the day
They flip my coin.
I'll let fate decide
When it's my turn to fall.)

Carrying on through this tragedy,
I know we'll meet again;
And I can't wait to see
What form I'll take
When I'm forced to meet my maker.