• Why must the years pass,
    Taking all we love along?
    Joy turns to anger,
    with the changing of a song.

    Friends passing by,
    Plans drifting away.
    Why can't the same
    everything stay.

    I long for the past
    of times with everyone.
    With only middle school memories,
    fleeing when high school begun.

    Passing in the halls,
    never saying a word,
    when our pleadings for each other
    are not to be heard.

    Why must the years pass,
    Taking all we love along?
    Anger turns to loss
    for of what we all long.