My days may be vanishing
Like old smoky .
My bones seem to be burning
Away like fire .
My heart is withering
Like April snow .
I cry with all my strength
And my skin clings
To my old bones .
Oh Lord listen to my prayers
And I will cry for help from you .
Do not hide from me in days
Of my distress .
Turn your ears toward me
And answer me quickly
When I pray .
I Love You All
By Brock
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