I WONT BE THERE

IT's true; I've been living with a looser
And it's been going on too long
I've prayed for the courage and, now I have it,
To sing you your farewell song.

I won't be there in the morning when you need me!
I won't be there when you call on the phone!
I won't be there in the bed beside you
As you lay by yourself alone!

Too many times at night I've cried,
Wondering why you won't just come home;
Staring at the clock on the wall
As I lie half awake by the phone.

For so long it was enough, that I loved you!
Though now my heart needs more.
So, I've packed up my bags and my pictures
And I'm on my way out the door.

Tom Zart
Author of
Love, War And More
Published by
Publish America