I'm as cold as cold
can be,
I'm sore and my bones
they creek,
My eyes are old
and week,
My mind is not as good
as it used to be,
Some memories lost of
years gone by,
Everything’s a blur,
Through my old eyes,
I'm scared to move,
Becouse of the pain
I will feel,
I'm just waiting
for death,
To come and end it
for me,
So my soul can be free,
From this old
crumbling body.