Spectrophobic Dementia

I feel a piece of my life escapes me
 With every rising of the sun
 Subtle thoughts assuring me that I'm not well
 Asyndesis, mind undone
 Was it me?
 Was I there?
 No way to tell memory cast farewell
 Will I live?
 Am I dead?
 Somebody said, "He's getting worse"
 1943 inside, outside it's yesterday
 God, please help me
 Lacramation down my face
 Voices, strangers from my past
 The people that I love
 Worried smiles across the room
 It's me they're thinking of
 You don't know how lame it is to wonder who you are
 Losing touch with everything, and everyone's so far
 Give to me the dreams my brain and mind will not recall
 Give to me the dignity of knowing me at all
 Here alone inside, please comfort me before I die
 And I can only be restored by your hand
 He who hears the Word and turns
 To do not what it says and learn
 Is like the man who gazed into the mirror
 For an honest view
 And saw himself and walked away
 Forgot the sight without delay
 This fate could be for me or you
 So seek the Lord in grace and truth