Sometimes I wake up in the morning, feeling empty and fragile
Not only making my bones ache, but making myself wonder.
Sometimes I look in the mirror to fix my hair, and then I see that I have no fix.
Sometimes I wonder, what could I do to expand my wings and fly.
Sometimes I day dream about the day that prince charming comes, and then I remember I’m just in my real life, the real world
Sometimes I see the people in the streets, so distant, so sad, the light from their light is gone
Sometimes I wonder if the sun looses light and warmth every day, because I used to go out in a chilly day, and just the kiss of the sun made me fell complete again.
Sometimes I cry out loud ‘Why me! Why me!’ when I don’t open my eyes to see that people suffer more than I do
Sometimes I through my hands up in the air, screaming of joy,
Sometimes I’m so down in the floor, I can fell the dust in my lungs.
Sometimes wake up in the morning, giving thanks to God for giving me other day
Sometimes I forget, and ‘call’ him when I’m just in time of need.
Sometimes I forget to live and enjoy my life, to sing a song out laud, dance in the rain, laugh at the top of my lungs, as if it is the last day of my life.
Sometimes I make myself remember that today could be my last day, that tomorrow is not a question.
Sometimes I open my heart and see the light, and see God opening up his arms. Not everything is lost,
Sometimes I can hear Him say, you where my lost lamb, I’m glad you are back