I feel like life is a rollercoaster ride,
On the rollercoaster I am tied.
Life whooshes past and I just watch,
Sometimes feeling not exactly top notch.
My rollercoaster has its ups and its downs,
No matter which cities, no matter which towns.
Over the moon and down in the dumps,
Every so often, getting some bumps.
When over the moon, my ride goes fast!
Makes my ride fun and I have a blast!
When down in the dumps, my ride goes slow,
time's slowing, slowing, that's all I know.
As I grow older, worries fly about,
They join my ride and start to shout.
It's all about death and all about stopping,
It's all about illness, never now about shopping.
My ride slows down and my eyesight gets bad,
I know what to expect and i guess I'm kinda glad.
I'll give this rollercoaster to a newborn.
The baby will love it, the thrills newly born.
My ride comes to a halt as I fight against death,
But my ride's stopped working, that I have to except.
I've seen the little baby, waiting in the queue,
I've got little time left, seconds, a few.
Death's come to me and my lovely old ride,
it has stopped working so I close my eyes.
My soul's led me to heaven for my new life.
The rollercoaster's now for you.
