I’m writing this song for my body, and for my soul. I’m singing this song, about my return from the cold. Why am I so tired, is sixty so old. Why am I so sore, have I been far too bold. I’m so physically worn and so mentally torn. I’m so worried about my every waking dawn. I’m thinking of this quiet life, for you and for me. I’m wondering if this vigilant life’s, too hard for me. I’m pondering if this tragic life, shall continue to be. And [Click Here & Be Scared!]