The sights that they see the people they could be.
There lifes are waisted and ended way too young.
Just people that they were..
Now as free as a bird...
And what is done is done.
Tears of the sun .. cry like rain pouring from the sky..
And we don't realize.. how hard it is to see some one die..
We think we could cope but oh if only..
We could feel the sense of being that lonely
