The Last Exile...
 
Thunder echoes throughout the broken valleys,
Lightning illuminates the monochrome sky,
The man sits and contemplates his existence,
He flicks his burning cigarette into the ravine below,
Watching it fall and fade to black.



Torrential rain flows ceaselessly down the contours of his scarred face,
The Icy cold water disguises his warm heart from the world around him,
He stubbornly rises to his feet once again,
His life washing away with the tempestuous storm,

Far in the distance he can see light,
He stumbles on painfully through the cold moonless night,
As he gets closer, he sees all his friends,
With all of their love, their hands they do lend,
In resting this poor mans head softly to the floor,
His eyes are wide open, but seeing no more.



His friends are all with him, they say lets go home,
Your soul is now free, forever you'll roam,
With love in his heart, he heads for the light,
And leaves his own body, laying still in the night.



We cannot escape death, it is part of life,
But we can help each other through tough times and strife.


With Love and compassion, and not giving in,
Against all the odds, stacked high we will win!

Dan =P