| My Life By: Christal Y. Baker When my life goes passing by Sometimes I just want to cry Other times its quite different I'll just stop and think for a moment The birds flying high The fish swimming low I just don't know where to go To my class or toward my home I just wander and roam Sometimes my life's as easy as can be 1, 2, 3 can't you see The rest of the time it's opposite I'll just sit there and have a fit So this is my life and that's it Sometime why don't you visit |