i hate that saying
"there are no mistakes in art"
because the truth is
the only true art is a mistake
a mistake in its purest finest and most beautiful form

If you say that a child should not go off to war
Then I say everyone I know is a child
Youth in wisdom and intelligence
Full of potential
Not made to waste in the ways of war
But blossom in the days of peace

Do you remeber as a kid outside at play.
All summer long you with other kids having fun all day long.
Everyone were friends.

Remember the last days of school the days were  hot, but you were still cool.

High school weekends, dance clubs and drinking.
Everyone were friends.

Boyfriends ,Girlfriends, movie theaters and house parties. Shopping malls and beach fires.
Everyone were friends.

Do you ever wonder what became of them.