Sitting on the Balcony
Looking up into Heaven
wishing you were here with me
wanting to be only the age of seven
Maybe if I would have known
I wouldn't be sitting on this balcony
And I wouldn't be all alone,
waiting for you to grab my hand and guide me once again
Why can't it all be like it was before
Then the tears would be no more
But now I know I'm living in a fantasy world
But what does it hurt, he was my Pop not yours!
