When I'm down.. (Not for the squeamish)

[PugofCrydee]

 

[PugofCrydee]

I think when I'm near the end, I'll listen to this. Such sweet, longing, nostalgic but grateful music

 

[PugofCrydee]

 

[PugofCrydee]

 

[PugofCrydee]

 

[PugofCrydee]

 

[PugofCrydee]

 

[PugofCrydee]

 

[PugofCrydee]

 

[PugofCrydee]

In my hands, I hold the ashes
In my veins, black pitch runs
In my chest, a fire catches
In my way, the setting sun

Dark clouds gather 'round me
To the West, my soul is bound
Well, I will go on ahead, free
There's a light yet to be found


The last pale light in the West
The last pale light in the West


And I ask for no redemption
In this cold and barren place
Still, I see a faint reflection
So by it, guide my way


The last pale light in the West
The last pale light in the West

 

[PugofCrydee]