Falling, dying, falling, falling, its death both ways.
The more you think about it, the scarier it becomes.

Dancing along the sands of time,
Falling into a sweet embrace,
As the bridge of dreams crumbles and breaks,
Entering into golden gates.

Enter the city of darkness yet shining so bright,
the moon no brighter than the lights below.

Did I hit the ground or did he get to me first I will never know.