Marking the End

Here we hold our treasured ground,

Tying the ropes from which we're bound.

We wander among these solemn graves

And watch the torment day by day.

Within our hearts lies dire hope

But in the end it seems just a hoax.

As the sands of time slowly diminish

We seem as though we are almost finished.

As you inhale for the first time

Someone exhales for the last

Life is so tiny and fragile make sure to make it last.

Every moment is a gift to be replayed and remembered

So tend to memories with these loving hands,

And hold on to others as you make new bands.

Here we walk on this optimistic earth

And soon to be wound in this giant mass of hearth.

Leaving our mark because soon we will depart

And all there is to stop us is the beating of our heart.