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Alone, to be with myself
I see their faces, in this lonely place
And I know I shall not see them again
The pain is shown upon troubled brows
The eyes that look as if they cannot see
Settle amongst old memories and straight through me
Gleaming when they smile with joy
Perhaps as a young girl or a fresh boy
Hearts secrets they alone carry within
Standing tall , proud and without sin
Old age is a funny thing, that seems so far away
A place we all will be sooner or later, One Day !
The unsettled way they make me feel,
A beat out of rhythm, a sorrow no one can truly know
Body disfigured, mind is lost, and heart still wants to flow
Suffer for me, suffer with me, then please set me free.
If one could read another's mind? What a tale a thought might tell?
This road may seem Heaven to you, but to me ?...Hell
To be left in a stranger's hand, they just do not understand
My fears, my tears, my needs, and my demands
Alone to be with myself, to face the end silently I Pray
Oh God forgive me my sins and take me home TODAY.