Left to offer

The world may seem quiet as to be silent for your sorrow

or it may seem like a thousand rain drops falling in the night.

A distant shadow you see before your eyes 

of memores past that have once gone by.

And as the night rains down you begin to wonder

what you have in this world left to offer.

And as your mind begins to wonder about what is left to offer 

The night gives way to mornings light.

And as night gives way to mornings light 

You see your fate before your eyes 

And as you draw your last breath 

you never again wonder what you have in this world left to offer 

Because what you have left to offer

Is all you have lived  in memory, thought, and soal you give.