As I stop to gasp for air, I wonder
Wonder when my final call might come.
Between trees and stones.
On stale paths, beneath my reality.
As I stop to gasp for air, I wonder
Wonder when my final call might come.
Dear child, through horrors and fright you willfade.
Fade to distant worlds and distant lives.
As I stop to gasp for air, I wonder
Wonder when my final call might come.
I no longer run, I stand my ground and wait, I wait