I am dying;

It’s true, day by day

Life so slowly,

Slowly slips away

When I awake

To begin my morn

I smile in the mirror

But it looks back in scorn

‘Cause each day I toil

Work fingers to bone

And still my soul’s embroiled

Toward it’s final home.

You see it’s not a choice

For us, this human race

We race on and on

But still our final place

Is eternal sleep

A bed deep in the ground

Forever wrapped in night

Under a grave mound

So each new dawn

Is a fateful presage

Of the inevitable,

Man’s last voyage