At the End of My Day

I was told
That if I was bold enough to hold
On to my faith and grow old
Against the heat and the cold,
That my day would brighten up
Page by page, like written in gold
That I would be able to pay
All my debts away
Without my Soul being sold
At the end of my day
But here I am, old and almost crazy
Feeling weak, down and lazy
Dont feel like pretending
That my days aren't ending
Well now i know for sure
I could have asked for more
But its the end of my day now
End of my stay now
My broken Heart and broken Soul
Still reminds me of my Wakeup Call