| I stare at fading visions now much fainter than before
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| Of the faces gathered round me and the clock upon my wall
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| My loved-ones stand in mourning but the china timepiece laughs
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| As it counts away the seconds (it knows all things must pass…)
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| From darkness into light
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| Still in my mind but out of sight.
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| No longer held by space and time
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| I cross the fine dividing line…
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| That separates the dear departed from their final breath
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| The moment when my weary soul is born again in death
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| No longer flesh my carnal cage can keep me here no more
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| I leave my cell of shadows for a brighter room next door.
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| I fracture the shell of this solitary hell
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| Embrace the unknown as my friend
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| Mortal barriers falling (the white light is calling)
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| This wheel of life spins without end.
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| So up from the ashes a pheonix I rise
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| On a cord of fine silver my tired spirit flies
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| To a 'quickening' foetus (the new infant cries)
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| A bright spark ignites with each old flame that dies. |