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When I reach the end would I grasp the meaning of that it was that I lived for?
When I reached the end would I understand the truth to which I am born?
When I reach the end would I discern the definition of what it means to be alone?
When I reach the end would I know the fact to which bone I came from?
When I reach the end Perhaps I will have spoken for ages and ages hence —my tongue running dry and my heart all spent
When I reach the end Parhaps I will have ran the course of life for years and years ahead —my feet worn out and my sweat all bled
When I reach the end Perhaps I will have won the battle to find my soul for endless eras that has gone —my heart has been broken and remade again and again my soul has touched lives out in the open
When I reach the end —I would not know how will I have been then
Uncertain is the future just as how the past has been forgotten
But when I do reach the end I will tell you a thousand stories —where it went right and wrong
When I reach the end I promise—I will have written my all after so long
