We said good-night,
Like we always do.
You held me tight,
And said I love you.

I'll call you tomorrow.

You got into your car,
And started to go.
You didn't get far,
Just to the end of the road.

I'll see you tomorrow.

The shooter fled,
But took a life.
Yours with lead,
But mine with a knife.

I'll be with you tomorrow.
 
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