There are days when I'm crying, I just don't know why there's a world full of dying. I sit down and I try, but I don't understand why the world is in your hands. Is it still here, or is it dying? There are days I remember, our lives were just flying. Then one day brought disaster, leaving us crying. I don't understand why the world is in your hands. Is it still here, or is it dying? Or is it dying?
