At The End

The ultimate, unsung�"� 
spreads out 
and sails to oblivion. 

I wanted to become 
you, in desperation, 
clinging to a swan song. 

The great wall�"� 
of silence, built on sand 
still stands in hurricane. 

Questions mate�"� 
behind the curtain. 
The truth, stands naked on stage. 

Nothing to declare 
now, I collect the pebbles 
of childhood, hidden 

from your eyes. 
Locking the door behind, 
I walk out to liberation.