The clock is winding down,
And all I hear is the sound,
Of whispers echoing astray.
It's all too dark to tell,
What hides behind the shell,
Of everyone that comes my way.
Their empty eyes deceive.
They want me to believe --
The way of life is where they lead!
Don't follow them!
It's a dead end!
There's no time left to lose --
Turn around...
They said come back, my child.
Just turn and walk a while.
The light ahead is yours to greet.
It pulls me closer now.
The heat across my brow;
The painful ache of stumbling feet...
The wind against my cheek --
My arms outstretched to reach,
Away from where they try to lead!
Don't follow them!
It's a dead end!
There's no time left to lose --
Turn around...
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