Paradigma Best Regards
As I lie here, knowing I will (never) Get away from here (alive) Through death No one can do anything but to wait As I slowly wither from within Soon I won't be able to move - Will I see the land Soon I won't be able to speak - Where my ancestors sleep Soon I won't even be able to think clearly - Will I ever journey home Dying faster, thinking of all things unaccomplished Ideas only I could ever carry through All my dreams discarded before my time was due I will float in to the ever If there is an ever I will only know for sure When it's too late for me to tell you So I'll just give you my best regards