The man beholds the valley beneath him    And stares at the    beauty of his last sunset    The light drifts away beyond the    horizon    The shadows grow longer with the wind       The    man looks at the light that withers away    And feels the cold    that veils his dark, fallen life    He woes the grace of past    and the frail fond smile    In the forlorn of his lost and    somber soul       The man looks at the darkness that lays    below    And breathes the air that carries him through the    depths    He stands still on the edge of his final step    In    the forlorn of his lost and somber soul       The man steps    into emptiness    And feels the air that frees the soul    He    falls and falls into the depths    And feels the descending    blackness