Birds chirp and titter their good nights in the trees
As I lay my tired body down on the blessing of my bed
Rest my weary head on my pillow of comfort
And pull my silky sheets to my chin
I stare up at the ceiling
In the semi darkness of my room
And wonder what it's like to be old.
As I lay my tired body down on the blessing of my bed
Rest my weary head on my pillow of comfort
And pull my silky sheets to my chin
I stare up at the ceiling
In the semi darkness of my room
And wonder what it's like to be old.
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