My song

When I was a little boy. All I wanted was the next cool toy. But as my life went so quick. I really miss the songs and kicks. I’ve written so far and had nowhere to go. But writing this song I think that I know. I need  to reach out and take someone’s hand. I’ve been writing a song I can’t understand. But what do you do when the words go away. It’s hard to see paper yet read what they say. It’s in the end of the song that one opens there eyes. I think I am lost as the song starts to die.