Not everyone should have to deal with the nursing home like stacks of wood cut and lined up against the wall

So neatly and so small

Even those among us who had you by there side 

Still will have to feel your leaving in the end

Will I be able to breath 

Are you waiting there at all

Time has eroded all your memory from the place

I feel so blue

Would I like it one bit 

I doubt that is true

Yet I go in search 

To claim you

To take a stand to find you

Knowing I’ll be disappointed by it all

Yet I much sing my song

Yet I must make the trip 

I feel so blue