I go to sleep every night
Holding air tight
I think about all those things
That moved on and flew with the wind
I miss all the happiness
That now brought me sadness
Even tho I'm growing older
I wish once again to be younger
When mom would hold me in her arms
and protect me from harm
When I would seat in gram pas lap
And he was still alive
when my world had no worries
But full with dreams and stories
Stories that then had a happy end
now in need of a friend
But I still miss home
but I lost it
I lost it all on my own!!
