When your time has come
You know you'll be lonely once again
And the final winter comes to us all
Life is treacherous
But you're not the only who must pretend
We're a second in time
We're the last in the line
Of the prey that walks the earth
Good and evil combined
When you close your eyes
Mementos of summer retrieves your mind
Like a drizzled afternoon cleans the air
When the winter blows
You're glad you remember you really tried
I am the god in my own history
The master of the game
I may believe that she would come to me
And whisper out my name
Sometimes I wonder where the wind has gone
If life has ever been?
Sometimes I wonder how belief alone
Can cut me free from sin