All are returning to dust,
Oh lord, let not this poem be my last.
Give me a few more years,
To cause more laughter, dry more tears.
When I have finally run my race, fought my fight,
Allow me retire and rest; turn off the light.
All are returning to dust,
Oh lord, let not this poem be my last.
Give me a few more years,
To cause more laughter, dry more tears.
When I have finally run my race, fought my fight,
Allow me retire and rest; turn off the light.
