The stars fall asleep behind a tired sun
Memories from another world grasp my dying spirit
I see the faint glimmer of your face
Take my hand
Let me travel with you through twilight once again

In my slumber I still hear your distant cries
cascade of embers fall from your weary eyes
Your glow still brings me warmth and hope
If you listen carefully
You can hear the quiet sound of a better world

I am the dead
And the dead walk alone