Would it be?
Would it be my last day?
Would this words seal my lips?
Will I wake to a new heaven or hell?
I hear this call from afar
Will I ever get to pick up?
So you let it flow cause I left
The tears, whaling I feel
I sit and watch and even touch your soul
But I’m gone, yeah I am
And you will! Sure!
Don’t tell mama I left
Cause I never did
I’d always watch and touch when I should
Tell her I got this call and I couldn’t reject it
I never had a choice, wish I did
She’ll get it too, soon
And she must pick up! Sure!
I’d always be her boy, her little man!