Decide today that there is something great.
Should I ask you about your love and life;
Would you rather I talk about your hate?
On the morrow the day will end in strife.
There will be a time when you will shine.
By chance the end will not come in the dark.
There is one that I know wants to be mine.
When you got to this place there was a spark
I wished for this moment of the long day
Where I could sit and ponder at your words.
Now that this is the time we shall delay
All of those times that get cut into thirds.
But you now are so gone, you are not here
The person I once knew will disappear.