Tomorrow We Sail, Eventide

Eventide


The cruel hands of time 
That move so slowly 
But tighten around my neck. 

For I refuse to find the strength 
To rage against 
This cold and dying light 

So cling to me as the evening falls 
And the darkness outside grows 

These eyes that raged like fire 
have burnt their last 

So set your face against the storm that bends 
but does not break. 

For here she comes 
A heaven sent to rescue me 
With flowers in her hair 
And fire in her eyes 

I lay these weary bones to rest 
And take my place above the fires light 
I have seen things you could not dream of 
But I am just a step along the way