Well my child, I love you, although my hair is turning gray,
Try to think of yesterday, before time slipped away,
"For time is quickly passing, fading before my eyes
and the mom and dad of my childhood, has lived and has died."
In the beginning God breathed into Adam, the living soul, his own breath,
Now in the nineties being taken by Doctor Death.
Is he really a mercenary, although this is not what he proclaims.
I won't mention his surname for the glory of him it may bring.
I was tattered and torn, when Jesus found me,
slowly fading away, heartbroken and desolate,
I fell to my knees to pray.
Now... when the shadow of doubt is cast upon me,