At the end of the road lies a small brick wall.
Beyond which lies a land dark and desolate
No one who has ever gone there
Has come back to tell the tale
For its a land where people go
Never to return again for life
My heart beats as I approach the wall
In the lengthening shadows of twilight
I have had a long journey, and now
I need to rest, but the land beyond frightens
Not a sound nor a whisper escapes from ere
Only the dark mists rise like ghostly phantoms
As the evening shadows lengthen, their arms
Outstretched trying to catch me like ghosts
I must hurry for the land beckons me
To cross the red brick wall
And sleep forever in life, never to come back again.