until the end of days

like withered tree in winter's hold

pieces falling all around. sight lost in a once brilliant sky

now reduced to shades of pale grey. what have i become?

what have i become?

my voice resounds

arms outstretched

embrace the end of days. reach to the skies

arms outstretched

embrace the end of days. fall apart

drifting down to the sound of mournful harmonies. now my voice resounds

what have i become?

i was looking for answers

trapped in a lonely state of mind

i was drifting and searching; now my purpose is found. my voice resounds

guide my path

until the end of days. reach to the skies

deliverance

until the end of days. i am steadfast

given sight

i shall stand until the end of days. tear me apart

rip into my soul

i shall stand until the end of days. arms outstretched to embrace

the end of days.