The Ride

Staring over the sky,
The clouds so white,
The grass so green.

I wish you were here,
Just to see me now,

I hear people talking,
Nothings clear anymore.

I wish i could turn around and go back,
This is more than a bus ride,
This mistake is mine,

I see people suffering down below,

Tell mom I love her,
Tell dad I care,
Tell brother to keep going,
Tell sister to be fair,
This is a ride i must take on my own.