When I am gone
and when I am dead
people will be left
scratching their heads.
Why didn’t you call?
Why didn’t you write?
I can get up
if you call past midnight!
I say to you
as I oft have before
what would you do
if I knocked on your door?
If I had no home
would you take me in?
If I had no hope
could you make me grin?
The answer of course
is no, no, and no.
You have your lives
and it’s go, go, and go.
You have your life
in a faraway land
Please, oh just, please
let go of my hand.
~Marlies Vonn