now it's my turn (rewrite one)

the weeds grow tall

by that damned old barn

it's been here

fifty years or more

but still it stands

by what used to be a farm

but I still see the life

that was there before

          before my hair turned to silver

          before my soul began to yearn

          I know everything grows older

          now it's my turn

the roof is all tattered

walls have fallen down

there used to be horses

a long time ago

a handful of memories

are still hanging around

but it's the same old song

not one you would know

          back when living meant adventure

          back when I was meant to learn

          I know everything grows older

          now it's my turn

I am like that barn

cracked and withering away

for how long, I don't know

we're both up there in age

the building will crumble

and for me it's the same

for I, one day, too

will be going away

          away where I will live in sweet peace

          away where fire will not burn

          I know everything grows older

          now it's my turn