Borrowed Time

Living on borrowed time that the way I see it to
be
Although I'm retired
my struggles are just the
same
No fairy tale ending
gone the dreams
of Country
cottages
To sit In a rocking
chair watching the sun go
down
​​All I have Is loneliness debt demanding letters through my
door
Bills I cannot pay
winter aproaching fast can't afford to heat my
home
I go to bed each night and pray I won't wake to the mornning
Light
No more loneliness
​​​​​​debt free no threatning letters through my door
no worries any more
To lay In restful permanent sleep
joined together again with my beloved
Wife.