Silent empty chair full of memories
Can you remember?
But none are complete
As lonely as this chair
Winding your watch for years
Fearing your destiny
Wild youth colored rooms inside
A second chair on your right
Now dementia has come to her life
A living book containing stories and reminds how to live
Pages are losing their shine
It has been used too many times
In the dark
Alone
Ghosts keep singing your name
And it's hard to fight
When regrets of your past
Remind you were once free to act
Sickness you won't face
The book's end is real
My wise fading star
Wilt skin, deaf and blind
Child's dream you left behind
Alive in your mind
Secrets you hide arise
Serious harm is the start
White room afterwards
You thought that you'd tolerate the spots on your face
But you're too tired to try
Keeping this chair intact
Sickness you couldn't face
Book's ended, the chair breaks, star fades
Goodbye, flying blimp