I lay in this darken room
Slowly dying from the reaper of ages
The soft whisper of death clings
Onto his scythe darkness looms
Fears of the life after this
Only make me wail
Like the defunct
Who nobody miss
The room is getting darker
As I feel like I am caged
My passions are all but forgotten
As all my friends of me begotten
I see a light
Coming from a lost begotten door
I race to the sign of hope
As I bask in freedoms delight
