When we're already old; With light, slowly, Fading from our eyes; Be my companion. When we're already old; Both heads, full of white; Wrinkled, gnarled, and lined; Be my constant guide. When we're already old; Wisened by life and strife; Holding on to memories; Tell me of our love. When we're already old; Both feeble and weak; Walking towards God; Just hold my hand. An Everlasting Love: Lucky are the ones, who have it. Luckier are those, who can see, that they have it. Luckiest are the ones, who make the effort,
