My life has come to an end that time of sorrow so great,
What to do I cannot move, what to say I cannot speak
What to feel I am so numb, but wait.
What is this I see before my fall,
What is this my end, or the hate playing with my sight,
Peace I say my friend I am but the strength of your all,
You are so small my little sprite,
But I am the hope that will bring your light.