My End Is Near
Like a ship sinking bringing down its souls...

The smell of paradise in the sky
Ocean mist upon the sun...

Floating into the abyss
wishing i could swim...

I often wonder what makes a hero?
What is a hero...

Here we are above the earth
Away from the business of the world...

There you are
your hair like gold...

Do you ever wonder about your one last flight
When you soar though the moon-lit night...