Lyrics

V1
Oh Fate, be kind in morrow’s eyes
When I have reached the end
I would be proud to earn a phrase
From a fleeting pen

V2
If you will grant me line to bear
After I’ve blown to dust
Let every word be good and fair
Make it brief and just

BR
We all will pass along
Same as our foes
Good ones continue on
As echoes

OUT
Oh Fate, be kind in morrow’s eyes
When I have reached the end
I would be proud to earn a phrase
From a fleeting pen
From a fleeting pen