standing on the edge of the river of styx
looking through the dark waters
to the other side
I can hear them whispering
calling out my name
telling me it's not my time
sad are the memories of my life
I ask again can you hear my cries
is there no one close to hear my voice
I ask is it my fate to have all this pain follow
Me for the rest of my life
I have lost friends and ones I loved
some of which are on the other side
I cant go on an I can't go back
guess that's the price I pay
for the things I've done
standing on the edge of the river of styx
trying to leave behind those dark day's
but heaven will have to wait
I can hear them whispering
it's not my time
~ D Donner ~