Tomorrow She Died

Into the land of the ever resting,
Away from the trouble and conflict of us,
Through the marble arch and to the place we all dream about.

And they will be saying, ‘tomorrow she died’.

Tomorrow is her death, and though we mourn for previously lost souls,
They mourn again, for she was a movie star,
In her Grand-daughters eyes. She was Grace and Audrey and Katherine
All rolled into one spectacular woman.

And when that black day arrives, they shall sing,
And the white horses will come to carry her away,
To the place she disregarded for so long, but never lost memory of.

When she dies tomorrow, a grey cloud will pass over all,
And all will say, ‘now she is at peace, now she can always watch us.’