As The Days Goes By
I sit and wonder why people die.
I try not to cry as I watch the birds fly, I open my eyes to see the sky.
As I make a stand, I pray and ask God to help me understand.
As the days goes by, I walk around without a frown
And take a look at the town.
I see people with a glow, as I begin to look below.
I look down and wonder why
The days has pass me by.
Ivory Green 2009 c
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