The air is to fresh when the windows open, The air come into my lungs like doves flying buy.
I can only think of the day when i can swore so high,
Time will tell if ill make it or die, time will tell if its time
to fly, please lord let me live for one more Christmas i cry. For I'm only a boy and have lots to live buy, I never flew a kit and never went long mountain Clim's,
Never got up to see the sun rise never played ball like the other kids did, I just lay in bed with tubes pumping blood into my veins. Oh dear lord when i think about it i really am to young to to pass this life, mommy says its alright we will all be fine. and deep down inside i no ill be in a better place with angles taking me home when i take my last breath. But i if could have one wish lord if its my time to go i pray it wont be dark and a light ill guide me through.
