Here I am, once again,
in the eve of things to come.
Head bowed low, hands clasped,
as the clocks ticks on down.

Here I am, once again,
In the day of things to come.
My part has come, what do you expect,
when nothing goes as planned?

Here I am, once again,
in the night of things to come.
The sun has died, it wan't alone,
I am left with only my nightmares.

Here I am, once again,
in the time that has passed me by.
Warriors don't grow old, they pass on,
is that what's expected of me?

05/08/2004

Posted on 05/09/2004
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