The Final Hour

I'll be leaving soon

I'll be passing all

The things I poured my life into

And it's strange

That we lived

Our own ways

But you were a good friend

And I'm a hard man

To love

I'd been thinking

I don't recall the time

We broke the pieces

But the pieces fell

I'd been hoping

That we could toast some good times

But you're not a good friend

And I'm a hard man

To love

I saw you

Through the rain

Through the storms

But in the final hour

You showed me

That meant nothing at all