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ships out within 3 days
I remember sitting by the hearth.
Fire flickers and burns in the evening cold.
Now my bones are aching ‘cause I’m old.
In the quiet all I do is cry.
Names and faces a blur that I have now lost.
Little brothers died in fever birth.
Now my daughters look so pale and strange.
Transformed from youth into middle age.
And their children slipped outside my mind.
I will only fade nothing for me here now the fire’s out.
I can’t even hear can’t even speak I’ve petered out.
I just want to leave from these yellow walls to the quiet dark.
If I find the word, which I know I won’t, then they’ll know I feel.
That all I’ve been to them has come and gone I’ll be left to rot.
I’ll never see.
I’ll never speak.
I’ll cease to be.
BASED ON A TRUE STORY: This song is about my grandma’s dementia written from her perspective. When a person has dementia you see them gradually cease to be the person that you once knew.