Yes you know, you know whatever they say
When it comes your time to go
The fear of those demons is floating up, away
Your soul is learning to make it’s peace will show
Fair slender hands as it steals your life again.
Have you been before you wonder or do you really care
It seems everyone wants you to think of things
You’d rather keep, never share
So you hold it close in skeletal grip while the ice inside increases
Yes you know, you know whatever they say
When it comes your time to go
Worlds ahead they matter more than whether breathing ceases
And so my friend I watch you as you shrink from nothing
Fulfilling your own prophesy by giving death your word of honour
And showing him he has no sting
Keeping till the very last your darkness so there is no clamour
No grand following, or exodus for that was your farewell
You knew, you knew it was your time to say things in your fashion
You said with such passion
As no other ever can, my friend, my friend you know.
Ailsa
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