When i was little I expected the trees to talk
Becasue i needed company
I expected the carpets to be magical
because i wanted to fly
I expected that the sun wouldn't burn
because i always got burned
I expected the sun to never leave
But i left
As a teen i expected people to be Honest
Because i didn't know who was real and who was not
I expected my dad to love me
But he never did
I expected my mo to carry me away
But she never did
I expected my older brothers to take care of me
On none did
I expected the darkness to leave
It never did
I hoped someday I could see the light again
I hoped that life would have been a better place
Then I realized that I only get better starting with you
Now i know, i wished i would have known before
That i dont belong in this world
I beling in the skies
With God!
And when I get there I will be completely free from this painful world that keeps me stuck to lies
pain and disspaointment...