I've sensed a change for quite some time
but I can't for certain tell.
I have a bad feeling about it all.
The aura is dim, no colors seep through.
Tonight there's a definite disturbance in the air.
It stands out like gangsta graffiti on a railroad car.
Comments made here and there,
flash like fireflies lighting up the dark sky,
make me wonder why I'm here.
This chapter of my life seems to be ending.
I don't know this for sure.
I hope not but the signs are getting brighter.
If words weren't taboo I'd ask you straight up.
I'll miss you, my friend, I truly will.
God sent you to me, now He'll take you away.
For that reason I cannot be mad.
Of course, I'm still going to cry.