as i seem to age
my faint does not fade


i have seen it all
i seen others fall

just as nice as a dove
from above

i help them back up

im runing these trails
everything seems to hail

i dont want to fail
if i do fair well

i run these halls of the night
without giveing a fight

i feel like i geting weak
i must try to be at my peak

i push though the pain
where there's gang

i make it to the end
where my body seems to bend

i take my last breath
before my death

my last words was within the dieing night as i make my fight

im fine
but sweet as fine wine

as i get older
i become sweeter

i have seen many years
and many tears

i have learn to overcome my fear
even when death is near

so how will you move on when my death is here?