Someday turns grey,

As she looks onward to the skies,

She took all the colour with her as she flies.

My head grows black,

I’ve looked for her all around,

But now she’s sleeping underground.

Please be kind,

More than she’ll ever know,

It’s all I wish for before I go.

I hope you know,

Which way to go,

For my sake, take it slow.

You were taken too soon,

You should’ve grown old,

In my pocket is your heart of gold.