Nothing has sence
Darkness sneeks around
No hearing no call
No future at all
Mine angel of light
Carried in side
Keeping me tough making me strong
Kept me alive for living so long
The former last words…. no more to pray
Mine angel of light seems passing away.
But why should i mourning or why to regret?
Live is a stage and I choosed only one set.
Others can party performing their play
After this darkness it will be their day.
The ferrymen still waiting I often paid him a dime
Asking to spare me, still want some more time.
He point at the distance where the night slighty fall
Yelling to hurry before midwinter call