make it good

why is the Earth so vast
why am I always the last
to comfort thee in your sadness
the last one to see your gladness
not being there when you'd need me

I wish I could count to three
and close my eyes for the little while
and on the wings of magic feeling making it worthwhile
misplace myself in the time and space
just to see your face
and stay for as long as I could
make it better, make it good