• I found you that day,
    long time past.
    And you told me the end
    was coming.

    I don't know if I believed you then,
    But I do now.
    I can feel those words solidify the air
    in front of my face.

    For some, this is the last day
    And the whispers of men will die out.
    But for me, should the world end tomorrow,
    I know your song will stay.
    Somewhere, a single someone will slip from the shadows
    to recall the days of men
    for those who keep hope close by.
    You told me the end was coming.
    Maybe I shouldn't believe you.