Another Sunday Poem by King Midas

Just another Sunday
And you walk out of my life again
Just another Sunday
Before our lives take another spin

You always leave me on a Sunday
Sometimes it hurts too bad to say goodbye
You always leave me desperate on a Sunday
For just one more precious night

I always break down on a Sunday
Knowing you're so far away from home
I'm always left wondering on a Sunday
With the future still unknown

I always dream about you on a Sunday
I wonder how you are
I always plead for you on Sunday
In your palace so very far

I love you on a Sunday
Because I know fate will always lead us back
I adore you on a Sunday
Even though my days are black

One day I'll love a Sunday
If I finally share one with you
Until then I'll be dying on a Sunday
A warm and wet afternoon