I think about you every day
I wonder when you’ll come my way.
Be it by day or be it by night.
What does it matter, you’re still my plight.
Will you come by car, truck or train,
Disease, bullet or maybe by plane?
Once the deed to me is done
My life…just like a setting sun
Bleeds into hues of red,
For, my Shadow has come and now I am dead.