To Give I think.

To know what I've become.
After all this.
To feel how I feel.
I can only do this.

The one thing I haven't
Thought after so long.
I know I must do this.
My own little song.

This song of black.
That I won't return.
This sweet serenade.
My soul to burn.

As I take it all.
That I've been through.
And throw it out.
Right down the chute.

Just take myself,
As before.
Do anything.
To walk out that door.

That door of life,
Right before death.
I'll walk the hall,
Right to my rest.

I'm done,
I Give,
Done with all.
I'll miss my family,
And friends.
Most of all.