Gone to heaven…

Will you still love me when I’m not young and beautiful? Here with my acing soul, I wake up wondering how it should end. When I’m old and cold as stone I think you might love me then. Will you still love me, hold me, and cry for me? When the angels come I sing from my soul praying for it knowing what gonna happen next. I see the world and how it changing… it not fits me anymore. Will you still love me when I’m gone?