Today I pray that on my dying day, I'd wish I could stay, but it's sad to say, I must go away. Leaving behind a wiltered past. These old bones never used a cast and this heart, who ever thought would last those pains, so vast. For today I pray to see another day. Sit at the bay, hair turned gray, feeling the warm sun ray. I'd have it one more way, to be with that girl, that makes my heart twirl and let the love unfurl. So today I pray, if I go away, I have one thing to say, thank you for for my last day...