Blue

Most days, I don’t know where I’m going,

some times I don’t know where I’ve been.

There are nights I feel as small as the furthest star,

and every day you’re older than you think you are.

I just look into your blue eyes,

and it all makes sense for now.

Every once in a while,

I cry at the thought of another tomorrow,

there are times, I cry for the days I’ve lost.

I just look into your blue eyes,

and it all makes sense for now.