The meaning of life is yet to end..... To leave behind your love and friend...... To walk Alone through the rough of times.... And never hear the church bell chime..... Those whom wait to hear the bell..... Will find himself burned in hell..... Approaching the darkness stripped of sight..... Will learn that's still the least of fright..... Some will run and disappear..... To be cut off by their biggest fear..... Now I know it's time to die..... As I find my life a shameless lie...... To speak of times I never knew..... To speak of times that I out grew..... To walk alone in the midst of the night..... Searching for the forgotten light..... I try to speak, I speak out loud ..... As I lie, deep in the ground..... No one hears, no reply ..... Now I know, I was born to die ........ Copyright ©2006 Eric Robert Garcia