Someday, sometime,
The sun will set late in the evening,
But there'll be no moon to light up the night,
Neither will the stars shine brighter,
Someday, sometime,
You'll lie on the bed late in the night,
But there'll be no dreams to color your sleep,
Neither will warmth of the bed give you comfort,
Someday, sometime,
You'll wake up from your slumber,
But there will be no sunshine to welcome the morning,
Neither will the chirping of the birds make a melody for you,
Because that someday and sometime,
All about you will be gone,
When your spirit will no longer be near,
when your mind will no longer be in fear,
And your body will no longer be in touch,
But when all is gone?
And they can't get you through the phone,
What will be left of you?
what will be said of you?
©gerishon
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