How long will this go on He is fading, death and waiting Old man sitting in his chair Morrie can't walk, but he still talks to me Ten ground soilders in their white caps? They make rest come fast, but it never lasts With six months left, he is teaching us Just because you're dying, never give up trying To love And maybe all we need is someone to come home to I watch him slip away, Body shrinking, but his minds still thinking With all the knowledge of the future clear He'll stick it out tonight, but how long will he fight And maybe all we need is someone to come home to And we all can't help, but stand around And we hope that time will just take him down So that this man can just go on, With his mind set clear, and regrets all gone