I hear the voice of whispered dreams,

Which echoed long ago

The distant thunder shakes the ground,

As the fear within me grows



The voice approaches steadily,

As fires form in Its wake

I turn to flee on legs of stone,

Theres no more I can take



The world beneath me opens up,

As struggling...I run

But mournful cries of tortured souls,

Has only just begun



I force myself to continue on,

As terror fills my mind

With fear and hope my only friends,

I pray that I'll survive



Hands of Death have reached for me,

For all these dreaded years

I feel the wounds of loneliness,

As I wipe away the tears



I slowly stop and face the End,

My head held ever high

With peace of mind I reach for Him,

No longer scared to die....