I didn’t come here to see you cry
I came here to see the passion in your eye
Angry or sad, you always fought back the tears
But this time I don’t think you’re ready for next year
As the soft tone of your gentle voice flows through my ear
It makes me wonder : what will happen next year?
As we went to bed, I wanted to write a poem
So I thought, what rhymes with “oh my gosh”?
But then I realized, a poem doesn’t have to rhyme or not
It comes in an instant as you have a thought.
