To my master.
And I wonder what is it in you that makes me wait
For years and years till time abates -
For all this time when you called me mine
And I've never been anyone other than thine -
For being mine, myself, I'm pushing you to the edge
And so forgive me master, I'm becoming your death -
And the Grim Reaper has no words to say
For he is my assistant now in every way -
For all the years that I lived for you,
I am now claiming for me, a few,
I am now claiming for me, my life true.
