Standing

If you wait for others to pick you up when you fall
You will spend most your time if not all
Laying on the ground
Wondering why life's not fair
Rather than crying and bawling
Maybe you should start crawling
At least one day you may be walking
Standing all on your own
Instead of spending all the time sulking
One day you might even run
It might even be for fun
As for me I learned to fly
Now I'm heading to the sky
To the sun to be more precise
To become ashes that never cry