Dying from the fear of deathnCould this be my final breath?nHold my head up to the lightnDarker now my fading sightnCarried on the turning tidenFurther ever from your sidenI have felt the longing grownAll my deeds lie wasted nownI am longing to be freenI am calling out to theenBut your voice is gone from menNow your voice has gone from me