Sometimes you do things that make me feel scared
You look at your reflection with a strange stare
Your brain is full of memories you say are going stale
The lines that frame your eyes sometimes make you look so frail
I know it's part of life you're getting older
But to bear this my heart needs to be stronger
I'm going to miss your voice one day I know it
I think of it, it makes me sad and I can't show it
The canvas of your hands tells the whole story
You reach and hold on to your days of glory
You sit upon the couch and look and look at me
I smile at you and then you smile right back with glee
I say your name you say you couldn't hear me
We talk you stop mid-sentence and you lose your train of thought
It makes me feel so angry when you do all of these things
It's only because I am scared of what it means
I know it's part of life you're getting older
But to bear this my heart needs to be stronger
I'm going to miss your voice one day I know it
I think of it, it makes me sad