It is the law of nature;
It is the law.
All things pass away, though they were once new.
My lungs won't draw air, I cannot make them move.
My heart beats not of my own accord.
My hand will not lie still.
Life is not fragile.
It is a potent, uncontrollable thing;
A force that never runs out.
But my body is failing. The flesh can fail.
Maybe I was never in control.