I wonder...

As the light came through my window and i began to wake, i hear the little blue bird, sing with such grace. I feel the sun come pouring in, and i watch the shadows fall, but who can stand to wake up just to take a fall.

Everyday i get up, but i wonder why?, for everyday i come home i just cry and cry. The pain just seems to get worse, and that is why i wonder, if i would feel better if i were 6 feet under.