Twist my bones
Hear them scream
The creeks and the cracks of the knee
The bend snap of me back
Hear the call of age's wail
Come hither as dawns and dusk fade
In ash we are the same
In death we are born
And in life we are still
As we struggle it's all the same
For as the wail of age fades
No longer will bone scream
No longer will knees creek and crack
No longer will backs bend or snap
The silence will be deafening
Understanding will be fleeting
And life will be creeping way
But for what matter
It will be of consequence
For we will be eternally
Sleeping
