I am entering the winter of my life
Reflecting on my days gone by
The process has begun, the picture is abstract

There's no turning back from the voice inside my head
From inside my head


Looking back on my life
A sadness always chilling me
Within a distant childhood dream

The din of beating wings
Are muffled by the drugs that keep me sane
The snow white sheets they hide the pain

It's sad to say...

The whispered truth can lead her to salvation

My setting sun will turn the page
A prophecy born of grace and it's dedication
My broken body will be she'd


All the groundwork is set
And what we learn from the Bible, we know

These are the words I believe
Oh, the angel she'll weep, then read between all these lines
Then she'll be filled with the light

This sick and dying man in room 316
(Thirty years, strong in my heart)
He'll provide all the answers, tell them what this all means

It's a rare form of cancer and my family's curse
For it will be end of life... of life


The whispered truth can lead to her salvation
My setting sun will turn the page
A prophecy born of grace and it's dedication

My broken body will be she'd

Tommy:

John's been gone for days
And I can't even find his shadow
No depth of self-restraint to commiserate


Mild minds and soft solutions, she's crying on my shoulder
I've sustained resistance long enough

Now I won't turn her away

The whispered truth has lead me to this revelation

My setting sun will turn the page
A prophecy born of grace and it's dedication
My broken body will be she'd


These hidden truths can lead you to your salvation
The trumpets' call will turn the page

Words of wisdom are cloaked in a careful narration
'Cause this fallen world soon shall pass


Soon shall pass...