to the end of our days

another day goes by, another setting sun, as the light begins to fade, upon this silent ship i now chart a course, yet no wind blows these tattered sails, for reasons lost to time, that i cannot recall, alone i sail the endless seas, the hands of fate have slain the crew, my only friends, and soon this doom will come for me, and i look back and wonder, of the times we once shared, i stand here alone on the bow of the ship, counting the hours 'til i die, abandoned to fate with no chance of return, i raise up my fist to the sky, but know that these days were the best of our lives, and nothing can take that away, so when we are dead we will all meet again, and fight to the end of our days, many years have i wandered, alone and afraid, it seems now i've found a reason to live, as i stare at my grave, i ride the endless tide that's carried me so long, heavy heart and broken soul, would this have always been? is this destiny?, i raise my head and onwards go. and i know that the end comes, there's no reason to be scared, i stand here alone on the bow of the ship, counting the hours 'til i die, abandoned to fate with no chance of return, i raise up my fist to the sky, but know that these days were the best of our lives, and nothing can take that away, so when we are dead we will all meet again, and fight to the end of our days