As I sit here, I reminisce
About the days gone by.
I glance out the window and stare
Into the dark, night sky.
I wonder why I did those things
To you almost every day,
And tears start streaming down my face,
Because you could not stay.
And yet, through your things, you're here;
You're with me every day.
But I want you here to hold me,
And wipe my tears away.