When the days turn colder
And I’m feeling much older
When my list grows short
I’ll make the time to rest

When the nights were longer
I felt much stronger
When my list was full
I found no call to rest

When the time fades away
In peace, I hope to stay
When my list runs out
Rest will surely come

When the days turn colder
And I’m feeling much older
The breaths will then cease
Now home, I’ll find release