Dead Tom’s Dead Wind Walkers

At the stroke of midnight
Her body failed
And what seemed like a dream turned out to be real
The fear in her sons eyes
His tears resembled the rain outside
He approached her bedside for one final goodbye

We are always chasing
But never seizing the moment
Has my time been wasted
Fighting for things I can't change
I'm fighting for things I can't change

I was never good at farewells
The fear in my eyes
I know you can tell
Your unable to speak
But there's no need
Just squeeze my hand and let me know you hear me

I've been promised the best years
But suffered some of the worst
I'm not asking for much here
Just something good to come first

I'm afraid of what I'll see when the curtain drops
When the lights go out
When the music stops
Because I'm afraid of what I'll find if I search to hard
Will I lose my mind
Will it break my heart