I wish I had more,
times to say hello to you,
and ask how are you.
Clocks busy ticking,
all look like their are counting,
but they just go round.
The light is fading,
and another day is done;
good bye mister sun.
As complex as simple is.
I wish I had more,
times to say hello to you,
and ask how are you.
Clocks busy ticking,
all look like their are counting,
but they just go round.
The light is fading,
and another day is done;
good bye mister sun.