Leaving

why don't you show me
the things that i cannot see
things which are beyond me
my conscience is repulsive
and most of the nights were spent just trying to reach
you

Oh brothers oh my sisters
take this hand and pull me out of this mud
don't let me dig deep for my own burial
recollecting all the filth of life
in the loneliness of death

i know
it's time to go
but i'm still here

and i know
it's time to go
but i'm not prepared

i know
it's time to let go ...