Walking through the raging stream of time

On my face you can see the lines left behind

My memories they are eroding slowly away

Know less and less more and more everyday

Like the ground underneath me I grow older

My burdens are getting harder to shoulder

My old bones in my body are getting achy

The ground I am standing on is getting shaky

Soon I will return to the dirt that I was before

Then I will never grow a day older anymore