I Might, We All Will

With these gasping breaths 
I try to stand and walk 
Yet another time I stumble and I fall
So again I crawl
From the smoke and fire

It’s rising higher and higher
the sky has turned to red
I’m facing reality, the only thing I dread
From the wreckage I emerge 
A shadow purged of dreams 

Just a soul who couldn’t fit in the scheme 
If I could I’d ask a million things
But the demon on my left lights me a cigarette 
And the angel on my right says “At least you fought the good fight”

Die I might, but sometime we all will 
Cause life is burning out like this cigarette
It’s not long enough and always pushing closer to death
So I’ll close up these eyes
Under the veil of red skies 

But before I go 
I’ll write these simple words 
I always kept them in tow 
Just for those who care to listen 
“We all will die, but be sure you fought the good fight”
So listen you will, listen you might 
And the skies will finally return to black tonight
Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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