CRY
I cry each day as the day grows,
The pain doesn't seem to slow,
With in the time spend in getting older and I seem to grow,
As I look out side and see the snow,
I wish I could be there as the other young ones play in the snow.
I cry each day knowing that the days are getting shorter,
I have one wish that is to fly, to see the open sky,
My dream will one day come true but I am also still lost in the blues.
