Words and Music by Gary Lenaire    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