> I've learned to live on my own steam,

> Grief's bitter flavor isn't a bad dream.

> And in this new life, it's really true now,

> I don't argue with fate until my throat is somehow raw.

> It's likely 'cause you're getting so near,

> Though I'll never face my biggest fear.

> It's just a pity, this painful decree

> That when I arrive, you won't be there to see.

> Maybe it's 'cause I'm getting so close,

> You're there, where that peace best flows.

> It could be that, even tossed about,

> A deadly whirlwind's vicious cost,

> You find the strength in every case,

> To rise before your final place.

> That rising you do, get up one last spark,

> A tiny second before it all turns dark .

> Maybe it's because we are so refined,

> All us humans are one of a kind.

> Maybe it's since feelings reside,

> So softly, deep inside.

> Perhaps just because, and also a test:

> That every finish is the very best,

> And eternity itself will see,

> The picture that you chose to be...