I look into your face in the darkness of night
Your old face begins to dull
I see clearly the frown of your forehead
That was never seen before
Your hands are strong
Growing weaker with age
Your first step is well built
Now fragile and bent
I look into your face in the darkness of night
Your old face begins to dull
I see clearly the frown of your forehead
That was never seen before
Your hands are strong
Growing weaker with age
Your first step is well built
Now fragile and bent