As I Grow Old

Let me take thee to the magic of stars,

Where man his heart will bear,

Across the sun and moon,

Let me take thee where pain does not contend,

Nor does it harm those who care to love,

Amongst the summer breeze.

Amid the vast blue skies,

Let me dream and rest my barren soul,

So that I may live once again,

Without remorse, this tainted life,

This mortal voyage, as I grow old.