I am entering the winter of my life
Reflecting on my days gone by
The process has begun, the picture is abstract
There's no turning back from the voice inside my head
From inside my head

Looking back on my life
A sadness always chilling me
Within a distant childhood dream
The din of beating wings
Are muffled by the drugs that keep me sane
The snow white sheets they hide the pain
It's sad to sayÂ…

The whispered truth can lead her to salvation
My setting sun will turn the page
A prophecy born of grace and its dedication
My broken body will be shed

All the groundwork is set
And what we learn from the Bible, we know
These are the words I believe
Oh, the angel she'll weep, then read between all these lines
Then she'll be filled with the light
This sick and dying man in room 316
(Thirty years, strong in my heart)
He'll provide all the answers, tell them what this all means
It's a rare form of cancer and my family's curse
For it will be end of lifeÂ… of life

The whispered truth can lead to her salvation
My setting sun will turn the page
A prophecy born of grace and its dedication
My broken body will be shed

Tommy:
John's been gone for days
and I can't even find his shadow
No depth of self-restraint to commiserate

Mild minds and soft solutions, she's crying on my shoulder
I've sustained resistance long enough
Now I won't turn her away

The whispered truth has lead me to this revelation
My setting sun will turn the page
A prophecy born of grace and its dedication
My broken body will be shed

These hidden truths can lead you to your salvation
The trumpets' call will turn the page
Words of wisdom are cloaked in a careful narration
‘Cause this fallen world soon shall pass

Soon shall passÂ…