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