At Times i look up at the sky & wonder why?
Why do we long to live when we are living to die.
At Times I look down at the grass & see how it can grow but someone always comes along & cuts it.
Thats like life you can get on top but it seems to come so slow.
At Times I look at the white doves fly.
And want to be them for an eternity.
Because no one can catch me in order to do anything more to me.
At Times I look at the water & want to swim away.
I say wait a while he'll come another day!
But the one I loved has just faded away.
