End of My Times
By
Kris Cunningham

This is all that you must know,
To know me is to be me,
And to be me is to know nothing about me,
Glide away now,

This is my last will and testament,
My blood and life,
On this paper you can find all you need,
Come glide now,

For you to see what is not seen,
And understand what lies beneath,
You must open your eyes and gaze,
Glide higher,

I tried to not waste it all,
But the end is near for me,
And you must know what I see,
Glide into the light,

Cherish your life now,
And your beautiful lover,
For tomorrow they may be gone,
Hold on a glide away now