Why?

Sometimes I smile

Sometimes I cry

Sometimes I just wonder

Why?

Sometimes I fall

Sometimes I fly

Sometimes I can't wonder

Why?

Sometimes I pray

Sometimes I don't

Sometimes I wonder

What would you say?

Sometimes I sing

Even if I know I'm
Not with you.
But other times
I lie to myself saying
That I don't love you.

Sometimes I look into my own
Mind, soul and heart
And all I see is that behind me
There are a lot of miracles to do
There are smiles, wings and fairytales
There are songs to sing
There are papers to read
And in the end, I don't even know
If I would be able to smile
To sing, to fly, to live again.

Sometimes I just can't stand right

Because I know that I'm always wrong.

MFG