There a fuew bob in your pocket and youv got good freinds and it seem that summer is never comeing to an end young free and incent you havent got a care part from decideing on the clothes your going to wear the streets turned into paradise the radios singing dreams your incent emortal and just 15 and who dear tell the lambs in spring what fate seasions brings who dear tell the girl in the middle of the pair what price she will pay for just being there but leave them alone let them go and play for they dont care for whats at the end of the day for what is to come for what might have been life as no ending when your sweet 16 and your freinds are with you to talk away the night or intill mrs wong swiches off the chippy lights then theres always the corner and the street lamps glare and another hour to spend with your freinds with her to share your last cigarette and your secret dreams at the midnight hour at 17 its just another ferry boat a trip to the beach but evrythings possable the worlds with in your reach an you dont even notice the brocken bottles in the sand the oil in the water and you carnt understand how liveing could be anything other than a dream when your young free and incent and just 18 and only if the three of them could stay like that for ever and only if we could predict no changes in the weather and only if we dident live in a life as well as dreams and only if we could stop and be forever just 18
Posted on: Thu, 05 Sep 2013 16:39:16 +0000
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