Each new piece is torn away,
life is passing with each day.
Each new hour it seems to fade,
This reality I've made.
You've become so numb to the truth,
this lie you live is not your youth.
To you, so old to think you die,
this life you knew was one great lie.
The terror crawls out of your mouth,
to think of all that long lost wealth.
Realization comes at last,
nothing now can save your past.
To your knees you've fallen now,
time's of essence knowing how.
Bow your head in your defeat,
broken now you seek to repeat.
Your soul so broken from this life,
you wish for help to end this strife.
Slowly memories appear,
standing close and watching dear.
Something comes o'er you so old,
you've become so numb, so bold.
Raise your head and anger's there,
your temper rising like a flare.
You stand not knowing you'll live on,
this thing called death you look upon.
You find what you have looked so long for,
he speaks of Death and nothing more.
You cast him down with words of hate,
this now you know has sealed your fate.
But taken back now, he is not,
he bows to you and time you've bought.
Now tears of joy stream down youre face,
knowing you've the strongest case.
"Death shall not take me this day,
for I have fought, and won, now pray."