There isn’t much in life I fear

But certain words I’d hate to hear

Our memory is a treasure chest of all things dear

But when the brain fails, memories start to disappear

If your faculties start to go

And the ones you love, you start not to know

Becoming locked inside ourselves with nothing to show 

Then time itself becomes our biggest foe

What will it be like when the brain starts really dying

Do we continue to live, or just stop trying