Aging - Dyan

Aging I’ve never felt it before now

Mourning the lonely years that I’ve know

I’ve feel it coming

I see it drift

And wonder where well end up then

Ooh, Ooh, Ooh

Meaning every intention I had known

Leaving those blessid hopes at the door

I hear your calling, I hope you’ll stay

I’ll visit myself till I see that day

Doubting only the air

Answering every question you have

Forget the message, you’ll find your own

And I’ll make my way to the road back home

Hey, there how did the surgery go

All the friendly advice for your own

I’ll bless his sins on

Know where he’ll be

And I’ll start on that road

But that road’s not clean