You’re old and dying,
And you’re tired.
You can’t keep your eyes open,
Long enough to see time pass.
Oh you’re so behind, you’re stuck in the past.
You’re one last breath from death,
But you won’t give up.
You whispered you ain’t giving up for God.
You old twisted soul,
You always find a way to make them pay.
And by them I mean the ones who loved you now and till death.
It be gift if you just went.