The End of the Line

I cast a wish against the stream

You were at my side

Swore you'd never leave

I chose the path of want and pride

Now here I am

At the end of the line

From severed limbs of fallen trees

A harrowed glimpse of might've beens

Within the leaves an angel sighs

For-given strength

At the end of the line

There's no dream a lie

When it slips on through your hands

I bare no fortune, heir or gift to fellow man

Dark oceans beckon and I'm near

I leave only words that once I too were here

I pray they'll stand the test of time

And be my light

At the end of the line