I lay in bed looking out the window, counting the little droplets that role down.
I'm not like other kids, I will never hang around town or role on the ground.
I will never lay my feet on a valley of wet grass or play the piano and have everyone clap.
There will never be the day where I pick out my white dress and watch as my father cries still looking his best.
There will never be a day where i will be able to say "Yes, I can play!"
I will never rost a marsh mellow all by myself or swing from a tree branch and not worrie about my health.
I will never brush my hair and feel it tickle my bear back or chew some gum and hear it go SLAP.
There will never be a day where I will blow out twenty candles or open a gift to find a dark red bike with golden handles.
I will never call a friend and say "See you tomorrow" and I will never rest in piece without bleeding out my sorrow.
I will never play ballet or feel mosquito's go bite.
I will never open a note saying "I love you" and I will never here him say goodnight.
I have seventeen days of dying, and five days ti'll i loose my sight.
So don't complain about doing homework when i'm lying here all night
i'll make it to the next day