Someday
You'll go away.
With a wave of your hand,
Your feet'll touch sand
And you'll leave.
Someday
You'll go away
With your wife and your kids
And your life packed on skids
You'll leave me behind.
Someday
You'll go away
And without a goodbye
You'll leave, and I'll sigh.
I'll have no one left.
Someday
You'll go away
And I won't even know
It's the last time you'll show
I won't see you again
Someday
You'll go away
And that hug I gave you
Will be the last, God save you
That I give
Someday
You'll go away
And I'll be out of your life
"Whatever," you say, "less strife"
But I still love you.
Someday
You'll go away
And though I'll want you to stay
Once and for all, you'll go away
Leaving me without a say.
One day
Your life will pass
Right through my own
And roll like a stone
Down the hill of life.
One day
You'll go away
I know it's coming-coming soon
Like the coming of the moon
And then, you'll be lost.
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 9:44 PM UTC
Someday
You'll go away.
With a wave of your hand,
Your feet'll touch sand
And you'll leave.
Someday
You'll go away
With your wife and your kids
And your life packed on skids
You'll leave me behind.
Someday
You'll go away
And without a goodbye
You'll leave, and I'll sigh.
I'll have no one left.
Someday
You'll go away
And I won't even know
It's the last time you'll show
I won't see you again
Someday
You'll go away
And that hug I gave you
Will be the last, God save you
That I give
Someday
You'll go away
And I'll be out of your life
"Whatever," you say, "less strife"
But I still love you.
Someday
You'll go away
And though I'll want you to stay
Once and for all, you'll go away
Leaving me without a say.
One day
Your life will pass
Right through my own
And roll like a stone
Down the hill of life.
One day
You'll go away
I know it's coming-coming soon
Like the coming of the moon
And then, you'll be lost.
To D: I know that you seem too good to be true, and things that seem that way usually are. I love you like a brother, but one day you'll leave me behind, and all I'll be to you is a (hopefully fond) memory.
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