Returning time

It was not what his mind was thinking,
It was what his soul was speaking.
It was not what his mouth muttered,
It was what his heart fluttered.

He thought he could live forever,
Din't think to never say never.
Used to hide and bottle things inside,
Thought it was safe when he knew that there was no place to hide.

With every step a new quote,
With every quote, death would leave a little note.
We pass this to you so that one day others can hear,
Returning time is when it fades, as that when death starts to draw near.