Resting my head on the window pane,
watching those cars go by.
Often I wonder what it's like
to lay to rest and fly.
So often do I wonder how
it feels to be so free.
Yet often do I pray and hope
someday someone may see.
And often do I think about
the tme Ive spent on Earth.
But no one can feel how much I need them,
or hear how much I hurt.
..~~HelpMe~~..