As I lie here, knowing I will
(never) Get away from here
(alive) Through death
No one can do anything but to wait
As I slowly wither from within
Soon I won't be able to move
- Will I see the land
Soon I won't be able to speak
- Where my ancestors sleep
Soon I won't even be able to think clearly
- Will I ever journey home
Dying faster, thinking of all things
unaccomplished
Ideas only I could ever carry through
All my dreams discarded before my time was
due
I will float in to the ever
