Well, I'm going out, Lord, the same way I came in, <br />No hair, no teeth, can't talk, and wrinkles in my skin. <br />I lie here on this cold hard bed and try to fight the fear, <br />Biting on my trembling lips, holding back the tears. <br />Yes, I'm going out Lord, the same way I came in, <br />With my mind a blank and teary eyes, surrounded by my kin. <br />It's really been great, Lord, and I wanta say "Thanks Again." <br />I've made full circle and ended up back where I began. <br />Just hold my hand and take me out the way you brought me in. <br />Lord, take me from my earthly home and help me start again.<br /><br />Billye Phillips Beck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/full-circle-6/
