The Empty Chair

Silent empty chair full of memories Can you remember? But none are complete As lonely as this chair Winding your watch for years Fearing your destiny Wild youth colored rooms inside A second chair on your right Now dementia has come to her life A living book containing stories and reminds how to live Pages are losing their shine It has been used too many times In the dark Alone Ghosts keep singing your name And it's hard to fight When regrets of your past Remind you were once free to act Sickness you won't face The book's end is real My wise fading star Wilt skin, deaf and blind Child's dream you left behind Alive in your mind Secrets you hide arise Serious harm is the start White room afterwards You thought that you'd tolerate the spots on your face But you're too tired to try Keeping this chair intact Sickness you couldn't face Book's ended, the chair breaks, star fades Goodbye, flying blimp