Now that I am old and grey,
Would I meet a friend one day?
Would he look like Sinead?
He might not care, as I am old and grey,
I'd care for him, no expectations,
Like the Omnipotence of all creation,
I might love him to the moon, for fun,
A heart that loves is forever young,
Like Our Lord, as a new day has begun,
He shall never grow old,
As we  here grow old,
So, do we raise our expectations,
As our souls await, in anticipation
of healing love, for every nation,
from the Omnipotence of all creation!