Gone
And one of these days , I ll be gone. Gone without a warning , Gone without a sound. I ll be gone far , Before i am found . U might wonder... What was the exact moment, I chose to leave. Was it sudden ? Or was it a plan i did weave? But it wont matter . It ll be late before you notice, the missing sound of the voice. Long before you realise , Absence of those waiting eyes. When i ll be gone , things will be the same... just like any other day . Sure i ll be gone , Just not today....