Not Sure Where I Heard It But Its Allways Had An Impact"All around me darkness gathers,
Fading is the sun that shone;
We must speak of other matters:
You can be me when I'm gone
Flowers gathered in the evening,
Afternoon they blossom on;
Still are withered by the evening:
You can be me when I'm gone"
But the seasons pass, and the years go by,
But the dark continues on
Close you eyes and I'll kiss you
In the morning I'll be gone"
wyldside 36-40, M 1 Response 0 Aug 17, 2012