How far is the moon?
I have no clue.
How deep is the ocean blue?
I’d tell you if I knew.
Why can’t money grow on trees?
Why can’t I wonder the earth as I please?
I need a place to run.
I could live on the moon, never to be burned by the sun.
Wish I could live a life that is charmed.
A skip in my step, lady luck on my arm.
Some day’s I don’t feel real.
I’m looking through the windows of how I feel.
Never Joy to be sent.
Will I ever smile again?
Will it never end?
I cannot cry, until I have lived