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~~..