Don't let me Lord into the ripe old age when delirium is the only thing in my head I don't know when I **** or wet the bed my mouths can't open a tube in my nose takes not but teases the end looming close.
Don't let me Lord into the ripe old age when my legs just wouldn't stand by themselves can move me nowhere without a hand to help I don't know whenΒ Β I would fall on my face flirts me but fails me that last cold embrace.
Don't let me Lord into the ripe old age when the marks of time are mind crunching pain the ones around me don't see a gain in the struggled breaths that force me to live defer their tears to mourn and grieve.
Don't let me Lord into the ripe old age I beg to leave before my mind leaves me before the loved ones ask wearily O Lord why not spare us the agony hasten the end let him die quickly.