When he comes

He's riding six white horses

and with rings upon his fingers

He tells the people stories smoking cigarette smell lingers

And some day

very soon

you'll be gone

I was there for you

You weren't there for me

and now the time has gone

a reluctant sing along to this song

and very soon

you'll be gone

Weariness it takes its toll

His body fears of getting old

the pieces that he left behind

are slowly fading into time

thats passing us by

and you'll be gone

I was there for you

you weren't there for me

and now the time has gone

a reluctant sing along to this song

and very soon

you'll be gone

Although

the best of you

is consumed by

an un told truth

I know who

this man longs to be

it seems he cries

I will be coming around the bend.

again

by alexandra isobella