To Walk Amongst The Dead

The stars fall asleep behind a tired sun
 Memories from another world grasp my dying spirit
 I see the faint glimmer of your face
 Take my hand
 Let me travel with you through twilight once again

 In my slumber I still hear your distant cries
 A cascade of embers fall from your weary eyes
 Your glow still brings me warmth and hope
 If you listen carefully
 You can hear the quiet sound of a better world

 I am the dead
 And the dead walk alone