Mortality.

There are the angels,

And mortals and demons inside.

The sleepless, the chosen,

And the friends in high times.

We are but leaving,

As the west winds go by.

The end is forever,

Close by.

Is this the time to cry,

When I know its time to fly.

As I know I'm alive,

I know that I'll die.

I choose to know,

And try.

In the end, I will die.

Now where do we go,

From the sorrows inside.

We choose to wait,

As the shadows divide.

Hoping and praying,

In the end we wont cry.

But the end will always,

Show our best side.

Is this the time to cry,

When I know its time to fly.

As I know I'm alive,

I know that I'll die.

I choose to know,

And try.

In the end, I will die.

Its a memory,

Thats left behind.

An image,

Lost, deep in time.

An elegy,

That will help us remind,

That in the end,

We will be joined.

Is this the time to cry,

When I know its time to fly.

As I know I'm alive,

I know that I'll die.

I choose to know,

And try.

In the end, I will die.

P.S.> A wise man once said, Death is not the end, it but the beginning of a new adventure. I for one choose not to fear death, but welcome it should at arrive it my doorstep anytime. We cannot choose when we live or die, but only that we accept it. And that, is what I try.