I don't want to cry

Standing alone I think.

As our time begins to shrink.

I fear our certain demise,

but many would think it’s not wise.

Having this fear,

is not quite clear.

Sometimes it makes me cry.

I don’t want to say my goodbyes,

to the world of clear blue skies.

Sometimes it makes me cry.

This world filled with love,

just like a dove,

without its wings it can’t fly.

Sometimes it makes me cry.

There’s no need to cry,

about how people die.

With friends by my side,

I’ve got nothing to hide.

Now I see,

how things should be.

All of this has past,

I’ve learnt to make times precious moments last.

Now I don’t really cry.