Days are longer, nights are colder, then they ever been before and I wish I had my childhood days more and more.
But those days are gone, and my future lies ahead, but at this point my future as good as dead.
It seems like bad luck rules my life, as I cry through the lonely night, and wonder through the day, watching my life pass away.
But I'll go through the day, wishing and praying for better days, for sometime they might come my way.
When they'll come I don't know, but if I believe in God, someday they'll show, and he'll show me life's better road.