It's 9:15 I'm climbing up into morning   Lungs are screaming for air   Enshrouded shapes are forming   I see his vacant stare   I heard him calling on the radio   First one this year   We couldn't reach him   Through blinding snow   He pushed too hard   That's what everybody said   It snowed three days he must be dead      I'm trying to break through   I am reaching for the sky   I am frayed torn in two through   Fields of the fallen lost in the gray   It's 4:18. Every step brings me homeward   Through the valley of death   There he sits like monument      I blame myself for lack of endeavor   I must press on, lest I become another   If I slow down my heart may shatter from within   I will not become him      I'm trying to break through   I am reaching for the sky   My lips are cracked, bleeding   Blue, I'm still calling for you   My arms stretch toward you   I want to look you in the eye   Spread your wings won't you   Over the fallen?   Lost in the gray