Falling from Grace (Part 2: Death Is on It's Way)

Oh, Angel, come and talk to me. Oh, Angel, have mercy with me. Maybe this is the time for wonders, maybe it's the time to set me free. When death is on its way, when death is on its way. Oh, father, tell me what shall be. Oh, father, what am I to see. Is it now that I have to let go, is it now the time to set me free. When death is on its way, when death is on its way. Oh, mother, I don't want to sigh. Oh, mother, I don't want to die. Tell me why does it have to be so hard to let go when it's your final day. When death is on its way, when death is on its way. We talk about so many things, in fact we tell us nothing. We hear about so many stuff that's wasted in our ears. Our days are filled with everything that never brings us further, but when it comes to say goodbye we're helpless, drowning in tears. If we don't remember this in our lives we'll forget the day, then we're not prepared to find the truth that helps us face the final day. When death is on its way, when death is on its way. Our time is sometimes not so long, our days, they maybe counted. We often build our castles on the sand of make believe. I've seen it when I sat beside your bed and held your hand, that trembled of the pain when you fought your very last fight. If I don't remember this I don't remember anything. Something's there that gave the strengths that's stronger than the threshold of our pain. When death is on its way, when death is on its way. Once at the gates of eternity it might be better if the heart is free. I reach out my hands to reality of life and it's far beyond all images. Death is on its way, death is on its way.