What a way to fly.


Dead on the ground, welcome to your end.
You are stuck in the mud searching for a way to survive,
But there is no hope for you to cling onto; this is your day to die.
Your doom is at your door, he has come calling for you;
It is time to say goodbye.


Your life is nothing more than a memory.
You’d be grateful to be dead.
Now your fortune has gone
And you’re just trying to stay alive, still taking those last breaths.


You can be scared to death of facing death,
But if you hide away and do not live,
Then your existence becomes worthless
And you end up with nothing left.


Forget me not's and coffin plots,
We wish our lives away preparing for the day.
I am the dead cowboy, no longer riding,
I have disappeared into the distance,
Heading for the horizon…
What a way to fly.


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