Numbered Days

Can it be that our numbered days are coming to an end? Can our road of love, lust, loyalty, triumph, and failure be turning to a dead end? For our days have slowly passed, yet the years have flown fast by us. The free highways we once ran have turned to slow winding gravel roads that lead us through meadows of green. May the Sun shine bright, and the breeze blow the sweet feeling of freedom through my hair in our final hour. I will hold you in my heart till my dieing time, the memories of you will never fade, they will always be. Our road in this life may be ending, but we'll continue our journey down the roads on the other side.