Come Chariot

Chariot your waves of gold,
Take me away to a new world,
I am tiered and my life old,
I can't take it,
I un-fold,

I have fallen,
So come pick me up,
I am waiting at the very next stop,

Eyes are weary hands are cold,
Lives are Weaking growing mold,

Tiered,Wiked,
Old and done,
Come chariot my life is done