Running down her back
Is the pelt of stripes
So graceful
Before that final strike
Beauty matched by no other
Like the rising morning sun
The pulse of blood quickens
Before her final run
The arch of her body
That rushing golden hair
The blue of her eyes
Before that final stare
No one will notice
That things will not be okay
No one sees the pains she feels
Before her final day
Life means nothing
If she’s not by my side
Tears fall down her face
Before the final stride
I wait for her
Day after night
I wait for her
Before things are alright
