Grim Reaper

There's a place, an empty shore
There's a name, a waiting call
and a dream, a wave that cries
solitude, a breeze that lies

Upon forgotten hills
And green endless grass
Dunes of despair
And desolation of hope

For there's a thought,
    now left aside
and there's a walk,
    through hills at night
There's a chair,
    by one cold fire
For a sad smile,
    lost in the fight

There was a dream on a long shore
Left, abandoned on a sandy tomb
in a dark, cold, endless night
Is still your dream, and your last light?


(empty chair ,me)