Saturday, November 17, 2018
Close the door behind you, when you decide to leave,
Whether I survive or not, dont want you to see me bleed,
The rainbows rays are fading, against a darkened sky,
Rain comes falling down like tears, never ask me why.
The roses petals fall away, as the wind does pass this way,
There is silence in this world of ours, there’s a sense of pure dismay.
This world of mine hangs in doubt, scared of whats gone wrong,
The darkness is music to these ears, like a tune without a song.
Sweetly sing that song of yours, alas it’s all too late,
For I have died and you have gone, heaven has shut the gate.
Whitesnakes do it better .....When ya ready n willin'