I lie here cold, the end is near,
A lifetime's weight, a heart full of fear.
The darkness creeps, I close my eyes,
And all I've known begins to die.
I see it all, the rise, the fall,
The broken promises, the endless calls.
Was it worth it, this endless fight?
Now I stand in the failing light.
What is left when the dust settles down?
When the final breath is lost in the sound?
Is there more beyond this grave,
Or is this where the soul decays?
Did I live in vain, did I live in sin?
Was it worth the fight if I never let Him in?
My last breath — what does it mean?
If there's nothing left, nothing unseen?
Is it worth to die without seeking His face,
A life lived in shadows, no time for grace?
A cry from my soul, can it still be heard,
A prayer, a hope...
Is there more beyond this grave,
Or is this where the soul decays?
My last breath — what does it mean?
If there's nothing left, nothing unseen?
As my eyes close, I wait in fear,
But deep inside, something's near.
What is left when the dust settles down?
When the final breath is lost in the sound?
Could this be the moment you turn to the Son?
My last breath — before I fall,
My first prayer, a final call.
