At ninety one you gave it a run your deformed hands from a stroke you once had feeding yourself was a thing of the past we knew that you couldn't last A February night had a cold chilling bite dreamt of horses she rode on the land her father sowed At ninety one outlived your sons the will is there, the body is not all the battles that you have fought Misery lies deep in her eyes She begs and she pleads to take her home to her steed at ninety one you gave it a run at ninety one you gave it a run at ninety one you gave it a run ...and fade