Her duskiness is nigh
I hear the mice crawling
I will with a bottle of rum
Bid my dad life good bye
I know joy comes in the morning
Only I may not make it to dawn

Applying make up to bed
I can’t die in ugliness
Tonight could be my last
I’ll forget the tears ever shed
I’ll recall only happiness
Not a trace of the sad past

One last plate of cereal
I crave golden morn
But too late!
It felt so surreal
He really cocked the gun
It’s my fate!
Told you I won’t see dawn