She is too old to care

Why not just leave her there?

We'll se her once a week

If we have the time, we'll speak

This is the sunset of your life



The old ones like to claw and clutch

Be careful not to offer much

They understand the fist and crutch

Their skin like leather to the touch

This is the sunset of your life



The empty mile

the frozen face

the drooling child

humiliates



If I were you

I think I'd die

here in the sunset of my life



The long and lonely night 

has just begun

This withered witch cannot be you



There will be no sun