• I wonder some days,
    What it would be like,
    To be the one,
    Behind the mic.

    And as you sit there,
    In the crowd,
    You look at me,
    So very proud.

    I wonder sometimes,
    If i can know,
    Can i be the one,
    To let YOU go.

    So i dont feel,
    The pain inside,
    Or tell my self,
    Atleast i tried.

    I wonder some days,
    As i look at the sky,
    I wish i had wings,
    I wish i could fly.

    To fly with the birds,
    And soar through the air,
    Only to wish,
    That you were there.

    Im wondering again,
    As i sit here,
    Writing these words,
    Drinking my beer.