It is 3 am. and I am here awake again,
I know it may not be much,
I often wonder what it on the other side today,
I find I dream too big for my reality.
The moon is still in the sky tonight,
It should be going down soon.
I can't help thinking if things would be different.
I can't help wondering what I could have changed.
My mind races at thought from the past,
My soul questions choices I have made,
My heart yearns for what can't ever be.
My life seem void of something unknown.
So it is 3 am. and the moon is still here,
No where to turn tonight,
But, I do have my pen at my side.
I can use my soul as paper and write,
I can write to you, or me,
I can write my hopes or are they just dreams?
Empty turmoil is what I seem to feel,
physical pain is just my icing on the cake.
I try to make my lemonade each day,
Seems I am missing a few ingrediants.
One pill, two pills, three pills I guess that is good,
Life sure hasn't crasked up to be what I thought.
I know there is good in my life,
It isn't all bad, I am still living.
Time sure does fly when you're not having fun.
Well I guess it is still 3 am. in this world of mine.
I can see the moon still shines.
Love still lasts, and life moves too fast.
I guess we get what we take,
We just sometimes forget to give it back.