A mist like fog in the air that surrounds me   Whispers around that you cannot hear   All that's done shall be beared   What's left undone, shall be repaired.       Although I can't see your face   You're calling out my name   How long I have waited   And I can't even see your face   But you're calling out my name   If it's really you then tell me   Why do you feel this way       A something or someone from beyond   Telling me my days are up   A mist like fog in the air surrounds   Whispers around that I cannot hear   It's left undone   And it can't be repaired.       A day I won't have to face   as good as dead and burried