When will the sky truly be blue,
Not grey,
And wet with tears?
When will your friends truly be there,
When you truly need them?
When will all parents truly be there,
When children need them?
When will mine not?
Because they always are
When will the ocean truly be crystal clear,
not clouded with sorrow?
When will my parents Stop caring about me?
When will others start?
When will that special day come,
When you finally move on,
And let go of all your fears?
Why not start now?
When you can?
Because that is the way to move on in life
