When the last light dims and the fires fade.
Will you be the one to shut my eyes?
Will you hold my hand?
Will you stay by my side?
Will you whisper my name to bring me back?
As the reaper closes and the light grows brighter.
Will I pierce the veil alone and unafraid?
As I watch myself and I fall away do I hold onto what I have?
Or will I let go for what I’ll find?
What will you do?