Bowling Green, Kentucky
I stand still as I watch happiness run past me
I chase after it hoping I can get a little of it
But it's too fast
I ask myself in vain, "When will it be me?"
But I know the answer
Because she's always there, standing in the way
It's not her fault
But what else can I do?
I just want to be with you
I stand still as you run past me
I turn to run after you, but I can't move
Because there she is, standing in between me and you
~Everyone can master grief, but she that has it.