The void sings to me, and I know it to be my friend.
Someday we will embrace and stand forever in time,
but the light stands beside me until the bitter end.

I hear a voice within the black that sets my hair on end
"Come sweet child, do you not hear the clock's sweet chime?"
the void sings to me, and I know it to be my friend.

I long for that sweet touch, to fly upon that wind,
to forsake what I've been given and abandon the endless climb,
but the light stands beside me until the bitter end.

Its glow is ever present, though sometimes I pretend
to not know how it lifts me and to give in to the crime.
The void sings to me, and I know it to be my friend.

I must go on, I must not fade, I've so much left to spend.
I know that eventually I'll fall and doom summer's time,
but the light stands beside me until the bitter end.

As I rest my fingers, reviewing what I've penned,
my tears drop to stain the page as I read my final rhyme.
The void sings to me, and i know it to be my friend,
but the light stands beside me until the bitter end.