i sit and look up at the cold night sky/
i wonder today, how many did die?/
i feel for those who lost, yet i look upon them/
i try to see clear/ but all i see is the color red/
for times i wish i could just lift my own spirit/
when i talk to god, once i wish he would hear it/
someties i wish i could sore with the birds/
and fly with the planes/
somtimes i wish i could levitate/
off the soil of this strange planet called earth/
no point, im still confused/
since concieved 3 months early at birth/
yet like the night sky, everything is dark and lost/
im liven different now/
so im gonna pay the cost/