sometimes we cry,
others they die,
sometimes we feel small,
others sometimes feel tall,
but there are some days we don't know who we are,
and everyone else feels miles apart,
and in between is just broken hearts,
we wish we could say this didn't hold us down,
we wish we didn't want to give up now,
we feel like crying is all we can do,
so we cry from morning till noon,
the bad days we will have are to many to count,
nothing can parallel the sorrow's amount,
left behind by all we knew,
nothing left else left to do,
then move forward blind in the dark,
till we find the next light's spark.
We all have bad days.....