Gracious timing there must be
until our trip into eternity.
When do we allow ourselves to fear?
How much longer will we be here?
We'll find the answers - find them, tell
and tremble under truth, as well.
A timid whisper will find us then
and set our clocks to the end.
If we are to exist before that day,
or perhaps encounter a minor delay,
The fear - we'll face, or suffer from.
And live. We live, and we become.
We stay awake, we take our time.
Calm, collected, last in line.
We think, we listen, and we know
we are no longer walking hollow.