The end is not coming, I've only just begun
It is not the setting, but the rising sun.
Counting the hours, the days pass by,
Dreaming of a comeback, mind in the sky.
The hour of darkness is upon me,
piercing rays from across the sea.
With the rays of dawn one the horizon.
My fight isn't over, never will I run.
Rays of light penetrate my gloomy cell,
On the path I see corpses of those who fell.
With spirit of renewal, onward i tread,
prepared to battle the fears that I dread
