Nana Adjoa — DOOA

The mother of my mother, breaths a sigh After  89 years living life She  doesn't need to speak, to speak her mind That much I’ve learned in only 25 Still many years To  become peers If  grandma wants to say goodbye Hasn't she finally earned the right She  says I don't need to be afraid, no Only of a death too long delayed Seems so surreal I don’t know how I feel My  first grey hairs have arrived No true love's yet in sight She lost her love long before his time And now she wants to join him in the endless night So the rules must bend she says Time to meet and greet the end Dying of old age A blessing so many hope awaits Body becomes cage A burden, are you ready to face Dying of old age A blessing so many hope awaits Body becomes cage A burden, are you ready to face Dying of old age Old bones broken by, the wait Body becomes cage There is only one one final escape, escape