Fear and pain are outside your window,
They never leave you, they never diminish,
They will follow you today where ever you may go.
So when you fall to the ground and cry,
A bullet in your heart and without a wish,
The cold bald headed vultures are going to fly.
The kind friend you need is far away,
No one will catch the flaming arrow for you,
Your last hours will be spent struggling to pray.
Fear not for when this curtain comes down,
And all the disappointments and doubts you knew,
Are gone, the world will be remade at sun down.