Palliative Care Through Song
A reflection on the body’s final changes and the gentle signs of life’s closing chapter

The air is thin
It cuts my chest
A broken clock
It’s time to rest

The hands are cold
The feet retreat
A rhythm lost
A fading beat

Angels whisper
Call my name
The edges blur
Sights not the same

Breathe in breathe out the rattle calls
The curtain falls the curtain falls
Hold me close I’m leaving now
My role is done the final bow

The feast is done
The hunger wanes
The table’s bare
No need remains

The river slows
It barely flows
Confusion wraps
No one knows

Dreams collide
With fractured air
The organs fail
Beyond repair

Breathe in breathe out the rattle calls
The curtain falls the curtain falls
Hold me close I’m leaving now
My role is done the final bow
Hold me close I’m going now
My role is done my final bow