I will no longer allow, myself to succumb,
To that path, when I was young,
Fearing not, if I lived or died,
For it mattered not, if I tried
To have drinks, dance or race cars,
Beneath the dark sky, with sparkling stars.
My memories, of these events, grow dim;
My youth, is no longer a whim
Or fancy affair of daring, so odd,
As I have now, finally found God.
Praise the Lord, for these wonderful things,
As I truly do live amongst kings,
With friends, of long standing, near,
No longer, is it death I fear.

I'm sorry. I just lost control,
Of my emotions, starting thick.
I've got something in my eye,
A tear rolls down, this old cheek.
I have not the strength that you seek.
Foolish man, with many issues,
Where is that darn box of tissues?

When a tear, rolls down my cheek
And I have difficulty trying to speak,
I will as a simple question; One,
Is this life we know almost done?
A sadness will come over me then,
As I recall when our love began.

In my dreams, I wait for thee,
Hoping and praying, in my reverie,
You'll look my way and recognize me.
I long to hear that nice hello,
Asking about how my day did go.
In the dream your mine to please,
Unencumbered by this hateful disease.
When I awake and you're not there,
I call for you, looking everywhere.