I'm incontinent I soil the sheets my heartbeat is growing 
weak
I even find it hard to speak as my urine from me leaks
I strap on my colostomy bag I'm feeling like an old rag
I stagger slowly slow and meek death for me would be a 
release
relive
I walk a hundred miles in pain I stagger disconsolate and 
lame
So my death I cannot wait it's an event I'll celebrate
My funeral it seems to me is an event to set me free