quinta-feira, 1 de dezembro de 2011

At the end of the day

Sometimes I get a little sad. Something is missing and I know what, I always do.
When I think about my day, what I've done and what I've not, I can easily see you were not in my choices. 
And I miss it.
But why didn't I choose you? Why have I done other things and forgotten you?
Lord, I know you are my happiness. And I just want to be happy at the end of the day.