I was young, I was strong, I knew all of my dreams,
Now the edges blur like a tear in the seams.
Faces I once knew fade like ghosts in the rain,
I reached out my hand, but I can't grasp their names.
I watch the world turning, I hear them all speak,
But the words are like shadows,
So each day I wake up and it's gone again.
I used to dance, now I struggle to walk,
The words on my tongue have forgotten to talk.
I stare at the pictures of times I don't know,
Moments I lived, but they're starting to go.
I fight to remember the scent of the breeze,
The touch of a loved one,
My memories crumble, like castles on land.
I see the pain in their eyes when they say my name,
But I can't give it back, hey man, I'm not the same.
You take the familiar, twist it around,
Until all that's left is an empty sound.
But then rain bothers, the scent of the tress,
Oh the touch of a loved ones,
Dementia, you've taken what's mine without pause.
One day I'll forget this song that I've sung,
But I'll fight every day, until it's all gone.
Dementia, you're cruel, you steal and betray,
But I'll hold on to pieces before they decay.