In A Matter Of Time

Oh, oh Sherrie
How my heart beckons, and longs for thee.
But it's impossible since you have gone to be with history.

Oh my soul it anguishes, cries, and rips inside.
For with out you, death is just alike to being alive.

I feel all the sanity within my mind, reach a certain eternal rest and all that is left is a emptiness.

My own demise I know is inevitable, just the same as a fly caught in a web.

So I will sit, wait, and cry just like the fly. Until it's time for me to go and be with

My Sherrie.