It stands like a monument and lies like a cemetary
Engraved like an epitaph and reads like an obituary
It looms like a cloud and threatens like a sky
Troubles like the water and turns just like the tide
It digs down deep and haunts you like the dead and buried
And bears down hard like the wieght of the cross you carry
It breaks like the dawn and falls like that of grace
Whispers like the wind rolls like tear down the face
Looking for an answer, searching for a sign
Just beyond all reason, is this the end of time
