All alone, laid low and lonely
by the ocean\'s lapping waves.
Fate forgot we\'ve one and only
life to live before our graves.
Heart of mine, before, was beating
till the gods stepped into time.
Said, \"you knew that life was fleeting,
that we all run out of Rhyme.”
Laid upon my sick bed sleeping,
breathing out my borrowed breath.
I must leave my loved ones weeping.
Day has dawned: dread day of death.