There's an end to everything.
That movie you saw last week,
Or maybe you finished your library book
Maybe that house plant withered
Or your old dog never saw the headlights
That chick that had met its first hawk.
Things always come to an end..
Like that relationship
Or your grandparents long life.
Today something will end.
Not from nature or accident
From purpose.
What I'm telling you
Is that this is my last swing
This is my last fight.
I thank you
For coming this far.
I consider you my friend.
But my fists are down
And I've given up.
This will be my end.
