With years it takes you so much less
To go through your disease.
You waste no time to show protest,
You let it go at ease.
Your sunshine you don’t want to keep
As path of life has shown,
That there is no one you could grip,
And you will die alone.
Your heart is like a hell of pain,
Your wisdom is your guide.
Your tears may be a tropic rain
You know now how to hide.
And you will suffer fewer mess,
Your links you will release.
With years it takes you so much less
To go through your disease.