Trapped In My Own Little World

I miss the feeling of the sun on my skin,
the warmth on the back of my neck.
I miss the feeling of walking with you,
of standing with you on my deck.

I miss the feeling of happiness,
when my baby sister was born.
I miss the feeling of home that you feel,
when it starts to rain at dawn.

I miss the feeling of sadness and fear,
when your soul feels like its been hurled,
I miss a lot of a lot of things,
for I'm trapped in my own little world.