in this my end

time as grains of sand

collecting in my hands

the hours growing thin

we watch the fog roll in

i let the shadows grow

to show me the way home

part for me the veil

keep me from myself

gentle whisper of the middle nights hour

the worlds turn into one

in the setting

of the sun

standing still throughout the ages

we finally come to face this

though few we still remain

we remain...

in the still of the air

you can still find me there

in the light of the stars

we make this world ours