• Little kids;
    We grow so fast.
    The grains of sand,
    In the hour glass
    fall once more
    and then again
    Oh, What will happen..
    to you and I,
    my friend?

    Memories of all the times
    that pass us by,
    Of two kids on the swing set
    Believing we could fly,
    Imaginations grow so dim
    As the real world
    Starts to set in,
    The colors fade
    to black and grey
    Do you know, old friend,
    When the magic went away..?

    oh, The colors,
    they are fading.
    The world,
    It is changing.
    We see things for the truth behind
    We no longer can touch the sky
    The hour glass
    less then half full,
    When did the world
    Become so cruel?

    time goes on and memories fade
    The magic seems to go away
    My friend do you remember when,
    The world was ours?
    I miss back then...
    The times have changed,
    Are we the same?
    Can our old minds
    Be young again,
    Despite these years we still can be....

    just....
    Two kids on the swing set,
    laughing and swinging high,
    Watching as we stay the same,
    And time, just passes by


    By, Faith. Age 15.