An Icy hands took hold of my poor heart
As if from something good I would soon part.
My neighbour sees the writing on the wall
Fears she has dementia is appalled
She sees words on the ceiling telling her
She will die and such bad thoughts will scare
She thinks I will not see her any more
Her fear comes out deluded and mishaped
She is is racked by love and then by hate
If you know that you are near the end.
Confide this anguish to your nearest friends
How my heart sings 