I can see the rock rolling,
Rolling down the valley,
I know it will hit me,
That's crystal,
Plains were never better,
Smooth terrain was never there,
All rigid through the walk,
I felt hollow,
I still do ,
Tried even engaging,
At least we seem two,
But I were wrong,
The rock will roll soon,
And leave me crushed,
All bones of mine will crack,
All I expect to see is pitch dark,
Darkness that will be a light,
Darkness better than them plains,
Down the valley I ran,
To catch up with the time,
The time for the heavy rock to roll,
I feel empty,
Just doomed a little,
Or will help come from my last whistle?
I don't think so,
The call will be a voice mail at last,
I will just flow into the air like dust,
I know they did count me as one of their part.
