The ticking clock
Hands that move
In measured time
Youre leaving soon.
Seven years
It seems much more
Soon you step
Outside the door.
A final farewell
So bitter so sweet
Into the arms
Of the waiting street.
The thieves the liars
They lay in wait
Of a woman I loved
You pack with haste.
Eyes which meet
No words to speak
Just final steps
Our fate to meet.