When the calling comes for the rest of us. Let me help you decide. But there is not much sympathy left to give. For the deserted mind. I have the same fear tearing the plot in two. I know it's not your fight? Right?. But the weight of it is breaking upon my back. So I can see that it's not without my life. Am I the last one?. Are we a dying breed?. Anyone outside?. I fear tomorrow will eclipse today. In time. We will erase it all. In time. We are the fault of our own fall. So if you see it all you take it to the ends. And let it sound throughout your bones. In this trust they will not relent their rope. But the faithful are not alone. Don't let them tear it from your hands