What You Leave Behind

As sure as fate

as all draws to a close

a momentous weight

as an era goes

homeward bound am I

but will my heart ever be

the sands have run out

Woebegone the face

the parting hour is near

the beauty of this place

this flame of passion here

a bitter errand waits

in the wake of memories

the sound of my fate

The end

we could all be heroes then

when things may take a turn

and all boats come to burn

what have we got by it in the end?

the end

casts a lurid light on me

the eyes of friend and foe

when all was touch and go

it`s always what you leave behind

If wishes were horses

and hopes were butterflies

the span of life forces

our thoughts to memorize

but it remains to be seen

if we are bound for any way

when the die is cast

is cast

The big pond of the scalding tears

the flicker of a smile

a mode of motion keeps us holding on

when all is said and done

and time is striking sails

scattered to the four winds we`ll be gone

The end

we could all be heroes then

when things may take a turn

and all boats come to burn

what have we got by it in the end?

the end

casts a lurid light on me

the eyes of friend and foe

when all was touch and go

it`s always what you leave behind