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.