Who woulda thunk it!
That she'll be the innocent bystander foolish enough to stand in the way.
And you being a train charging down a thousand miles and hour.
Perhaps it was sheer coincidence,
Perhaps your ingenious brilliance,
Or perhaps she never did see it coming at a distance.
But I wouldn't worry about her if I were you.
She is luck and you're running out of it and time.
Her sweet lips you've kissed,
Surely you will be missed.
Her gentle touch and loving hug,
She really didn't ask for much.
Her life like a slide show,
All the places she'll go,
And all the things that she'll know,
You can't take that away from her.
Looking back, it's time to wonder why.
When did you pass by?
Did you manage to tell her your lie?
Is it time for goodbye?
So long to the wolf in sheep skin,
She bid him farewell with a content grin.
Her fun is just about to begin.
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