Time

I've been here a few minutes
I've been here a few days
But the days turn to weeks
and weeks to years
I cry
There's not many things I know for certain
Except I'm here
and I was born
I know I will die
But until then
I spend my time
Day in, Day out
Watching the sun go down
I've seen better times
I've seen worst times
But they always go away
I think back
upon the monotonous tune of my life
radiating with an essence of gray
I don't know how long I've been here
I don't know how long I'll stay
But I'm here
Stuck in a rut
I've seen better times
I've seen worst times
I know they always go away
But until then I spend my life,
Day In, Day Out
Watching the sun go down
As the minutes turn to hours,
And the hours turn to days,
Wondering why
I cry.