As I lay in the roses Staring at the sky Watching how the clouds move slowly Forming shapes before my eyes Only then do I realize Gazing into the heavens That the chances of us being all alone down here Are very slim to none When will they come visit us? Perhaps they already have I think they may walk among us They could be your mom or dad Who’s to say they don’t exist For that I don’t believe I wish they would come soon For I am ready to leave