I'm trying to save a few friends but
everyone dies
everything ends,
nothing I can say can change the way that things are meant to be.
One day
it will be the end of me.
I wonder if when I'm dying, how many of my not so many friends will be trying to save me,
I don't mind waiting to see
I'm not ready yet
I want to get a few more years under my belt but
I've felt the coldness of the wind in my blood and my eyes have seen the shadows in the valley of the way.
One day
I'll be one of them,one of the shadow men,
a memory when you can recall me
but not yet.