At the end of the horizon, you stand upon the hill. I hear your call, it pulls me further. Your wings block the light, like a setting moon. Even so far, your hand is out, weary traveler, won't you rest your head it's time to sleep the journey from your eyes. Ever closer, the lights glare fades ever more. Oh how beautifuil the sight is, a safe haven for the departed. The journey is nearly over, the light is all but gone, the sun has faded, the dark has risen. The hill is but a climb away, a journey once long lived is completed. At the top, you stand tall, magnificent in your light. Her hand still extended afar, for the weary it's time to rest. Hand to hand, the journey is finished. The light is gone, the darkness only held back by the warmth of the angels embrace. My eyes are heavy, my body grows weak, the air grows cold, the warmth is gone, weary traveler, it's time to rest. You swept the light from my eyes, you guided me to the dark. All to late, did I notice, you swept it all away. You hold me tight, your wings are gone but a smile remains onnyour face. All to late did i notice, the meaning behind it all. My desire was all but my demise.