"Too often days swiftly pass /
Weeping in the evening grass /
There just is not enough time /
Forthings you dreamt you'd do /
The hours still drift by.
"Too many years, too high a cost /
Too many lessons earned but lost /
And still you complain all the time /
Cursing the days before you /
Lamentng the days gone by.
"And finally laying in your bed /
Staring skyward, nearly dead /
It all floods back one last time, /
The chances that you left behind /
But alas there's little left to do /
... but cry."
Wild
Lands. The Wild Lands of Tasserus... 