In Time

When the calling comes for the rest of us,

let me help you decide

But there is not much sympathy left to give for the deserted mind

I have the same fear tearing the plot in two

I know it's not your fight . . . right?

But the weight of it is breaking upon my back

So I can see that it's not without my life

Am I the last one?

Are we a dying breed?

Anyone outside?

I fear tomorrow will eclipse today

In time, we will erase it all

In time

We are the fault of our own fall

So if you see it all, you take it to the ends,

and let it sound throughout your bones

In this, trust, they will not relent their rope

But the faithful are not alone

Don't let them tear it from your hands