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