Near.

1

So it comes down to this

A bird with no wings

It's the end of the road dear

Bow out gracefully

Do yourself no harm

Fall asleep.

2

Like pencil on paper

Your fate is never sealed

Within the confines of time

The present is here

Past actions have deceased

Spread your wings, take flight.

But don't let go (that road has ended)

of me               (which road will you choose)

Dream once more

open your eyes, shoulders high

advance slowly now

As always dear, know I'm near