The Eleventh Hour

All I want to know is why am I going to die today. The sands of time just keep drifting by. Why do I even try, my life grows old and I grow cold. Yet I still try as each day passes by, for reasons unknown here I go just another lost soul stuck in this land of limbo. But there is light at the end of my long and desolate road half of which remains untold. My life is gone my soul is lost, a shade or perhaps a face in the smoke? However you see me let it be known that in your journeys you are not alone. Even though the eleventh hour is upon us and I may walk this dirt road alone never forget that my soul is never far from your heart, its one and only home.