Movement, is an enemy of time
What once was youth
Now aches my spine
Just one false move
And here I'll stay
Upon this floor
I lay here now, in pain each night
Wondering if I should still try to fight
For this room is quiet and really dark
And my life has lost its sacred spark
I close my eyes, as tears start to build
The pain too much, as I lay still
Thinking of nights that are still to come
Just take me now....
I've had it...