It's 9: 15 I'm climbing up into morning Lungs are screaming for air Enshrouded shapes are forming I see his vacant stare I heard him calling on the radio First one this year We couldn't reach him Through blinding snow He pushed too hard That's what everybody said It snowed three days he must be dead I'm trying to break through I am reaching for the sky I am frayed torn in two through Fields of the fallen lost in the gray It's 4: 18. Every step brings me homeward Through the valley of death There he sits like monument I blame myself for lack of endeavor I must press on, lest I become another If I slow down my heart may shatter from within I will not become him I'm trying to break through I am reaching for the sky My lips are cracked, bleeding Blue, I'm still calling for you My arms stretch toward you I want to look you in the eye Spread your wings won't you Over the fallen? Lost in the gray