I never used to appreciated The times when you weren't Busy,
So i now I have To bear The nights when I'm all alone.
I used to go into your room at night,
Scared of what was under my bed,
I grew and those moments started to
Get less frequent,
And now I wish I was there all over again.
It went from two to one,
And then back to two,
It was a cycle.
Not me or the rest of us knew what was to happen next.
I really wanted To be strong
And look up at the sky,
But At least,
I can say
I tried.