And I will die alone, and be left there.
Well I guess I will just go home, oh God knows where.
Cause death is just so full, and man so small.
Well I'm scared of what's behind and whats before.
There will come a time, you'll see, with no more tears and love will not break your heart but dismiss your fears.
But get over your hill, and see what you have found with grace in your heart
