*Death*

I feel the sunshine on my face,
A warmth that none can match,
I remember the days I used to run,
Faster than the horses, swift like the wind,
Through the long valleys, on the cold mountains,
It all seems pretty far away now, a life time away....
The things that I was so proud of,
Aren't with me, not anymore,
I am not even me anymore,
When I look at the mirror, I see
A wasted life, what a shame.....
Strength in my arms is gone,
My eyes are worn out from weeping,
Once a perfect life,
Has become a walking skeliton.....
All what i am now is a bunch of shattered memories,
And a shivering old self waiting to be silenced,
Then I look back and wonder,
Am I ready to answer St.Peter's questions.....