Then I will be strong
I feel you slowly slippingLike the sand between your fingersWords of farewell on your lipsBut if I ever hear them from you
Someday you’ll say‘Tis the endBut I won’t ask you to stayThere’s no point in gluing anything moreYou always put your way through anyway
Then I will be strongAnd not foldI am not a weeping willow in the windThen I will be strongAnd grub it upEven if I don’t find anyone else
Someday you’ll say‘Tis the endBut I won’t ask you to stayThere’s no point in gluing anything moreYou always put your way through anyway
I’ll say goodbye with a smileThough you step out of my life icy coldBut I’ll have to play comedyYou’ve done that more with me
I’ll have to hold my groundUntil you close the doorThen my world will suddenly turn greyAnd become murky with a tearBut not until you’ve passed away