He was told he had an hour to live,
His life draining away, not wanting to give

He gathered his tears and said his goodbyes
Looking into his daughter's eyes
He drifts off to sleep, to die in his dreams
He dreams away and awakens the screams

His family weep at his cold bedside
The hour was wasted he has now died
His soul rises up and walks down the hall
Not knowing how as he walks through the wall

The people look through him, as if he's not there
Are they looking? do they even care?
He walks and walks not knowing where to go
All this confusion, why? he does not know

The pain, the anger drifts away
As the air clouds up and turns into grey
His soul rises up and reaches the clouds
No more confusion and no more crowds

He starts to walk and reaches a gate
Is this what it is, is this his fate
He enters the gate and sees a bright light
All this relief turns to fright

All of this from an hour to live
His life drifted away, not wanting to give.