• I lay here watching the clouds pass by
    Never wanting time to move
    And as I lay here I start to get older
    The world begins to change around me
    The once beautiful sky was blue
    But now it’s all dark and gray
    Makes me want to cry
    The world was once a peaceful place
    But now filled with hate
    The flowers start to wither and die
    I start to think back
    Back to when the flowers grew free
    There use to be field of wild flowers
    But now there lay ashes from the fire
    The world has gone dark and is slowly starting to wither away along with my soul