They'll be gone one day, whether it's a pet or person; whether they're deceased or torn apart, I'll never see it again One day when they're gone, I'll never hear the noises or words they shared, the affection that was shared won't be shared again, the memories will only be left, and once that's left, I'm left. The time, and care has fled, it was almost theft; but life uses it as a flex And you won't know what's up next, just don't overstep; or you too could be left -But as for me, I'll never see it again Anthony