Hallow echo

It's about to be the realist it's ever been The gong is struck ringing the beginning of the end All the want to succeed all the desire to win Is being replaced by the final pretend Whatever dream you had whatever felt this bad It grabs you like a fad in all that you hoped you would have had It's gone, its dust its mist its rusted away The sun is setting it's the end of the day No time to cry know when to play Those moments are memories and there  fading away You could shiver in the night You could ask for another fight But you couldn't even handle it when there was light So how you going  to handle walking by faith and not by sight You could pray for the rest Or choose to run after the best You can pound on your chest and demand another test But the bell is about to ring The angle of death is about to sing And you're about to learn the hardest lesson No one owes you a thing.