Poem 59

Trouble comes, won't be long

In the morning, she'll be gone

When the nighttime comes along

Just close your eyes and sing a song

She said she wants to be wild and free

And you better let her gracefully

Because when it's our time to leave

We must answer to these things

Where are you going

Where have you been

I've been thinking about it again

When you wouldn't come around here no more

I had to pick myself off the floor

I have lived enough to fall

Felt love and pain, know it all

She'll come back again someday

But your love might have a different name

But you're love might have a

Love might have a different name