Falling

Every man has his place,
Every story has its end.
This began as a thought,
A broken idea.
Ever there was a time,
Then the time has come at last.
I will cherish the thought,
I'm drawing to an end.

This is my choice to make.
Parting is sweet sorrow.
A final flight into the night.
This marveled idea.

Touching down with grace.
Stepping out of this race.
It was my decision to make.
This is my decision to make.

Weightless,
Drifting to finality.
Faithless,
I define my reality.