I am dying by princess

 as i lay on my bed

i think of things  past

and i realize that i am dying

dying  like the moon that fades slowly away

when day comes

i am dying like the sun

that sinks in to the ocean floor

during the sunset

i  dying  like the  north pole

ice that melts in the summer

atlas i am dead and cold

like  the leafless  tree

during  winter

i am dead

but my soul

is   soaring high

like the birds of the sky