Can you see what I used to be?
Now there is a shadow of that used to be me.
Where did I come from, where did I go?
That is the question I sadly know.
I forgot who I was a long time ago.
For me there is a sign of a heavenly glow.
I don’t know where to go
And where am I heading.
But a line on the runway
Is the point of landing.
Help! I am trapped alone in my room.
A sure sign of impending doom.
Four walls closing in real fast.
Fight them off; I’ll do my best.
But is there a real use in trying?
In the end all of us are slowly dying.
In the End
© Copyright: Mc Radical, 2004
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