At the darkest night,
I’m beginning to drown.
There is no more light.
Sun has fallen down.

I want to go to sleep,
I’m too tired to live on.
I take one last leap,
and soon I’ll be gone.

There’ll never be any trace,
of me ever been around.
I was like a distant haze.
A mist, not to be found.

Don’t go quietly into the night,
scream for us all to hear.
Don’t go without a fight,
make us know you were here.

Av: Boa Berg
2004-07-05
05:07