What I Think At Night

Sometimes I cry myself to sleep and others I can't stop thinking about it and the thing I think about is a old friend I lost She was my bestfriend, she had green eyes, and black like hair she was always there for me when i needed a shoulder to cry on now I cry alone thinking about how she was the only one who understood me in my crazy life she would cry when she couldn't find me and if I couldn't find i would cry as well I miss her and I want her back but i won't see her until I go to God's kingdom where she is looking down on me wishing she could help me and make me stop crying for to come home home sweet home