As the lights become brighter,
My thoughts grow darker.
After years upon years,
I'm screaming your name at the clouds,
Hoping to God you'll hear me from above.
I miss you so much,
And I can't help but feel.
As the lightning grows brighter,
And the thunder becomes louder,
You fill my thoughts and clog my brain.
Stop bowling up there, Pop,
You're creating a ruckus down here.
I hope you love it up there in the clouds,
But I would love it if you were still here.
I guess sometimes wishing is the best you can do.
