The South Side
(a song)
*Three young boys just living their lives
Grew up poor learned how to survive
Never had much never asked why
That's just how it was on The South Side
All three were happy where they were
Thought they lived the life they deserved
They all had hopes and they all had dreams
But they wanted more then they could see
Three best friends for all of life
Would each move away and take a wife
They all had children of their own
But they'd always call The South Side home
The South Side is where they'd go back
When they'd tell stories of their past
How lessons learned stayed with them
And helped three boys become best friends
The South Side is where they'd go back
When they'd tell stories of their past
How lessons learned stayed with them
How the South Side made them into men
Then one day two friends would call
And find one friend not there at all
All three together one last time
Two friends now must say goodbye
Two friends carry the one who died
Who had given them so much in life
They share the memories held inside
Of the life they lived, on the South Side
The South Side is where they'd go back
When they'd tell stories of their past
How lessons learned stayed with them
And helped three boys become best friends
The South Side is where they'd go back
When they'd tell stories of their past
How lessons learned stayed with them
How the South Side made them into men*
Poem by: Carl Joseph Roberts
Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 6:57 AM UTC
The South Side
(a song)
*Three young boys just living their lives
Grew up poor learned how to survive
Never had much never asked why
That's just how it was on The South Side
All three were happy where they were
Thought they lived the life they deserved
They all had hopes and they all had dreams
But they wanted more then they could see
Three best friends for all of life
Would each move away and take a wife
They all had children of their own
But they'd always call The South Side home
The South Side is where they'd go back
When they'd tell stories of their past
How lessons learned stayed with them
And helped three boys become best friends
The South Side is where they'd go back
When they'd tell stories of their past
How lessons learned stayed with them
How the South Side made them into men
Then one day two friends would call
And find one friend not there at all
All three together one last time
Two friends now must say goodbye
Two friends carry the one who died
Who had given them so much in life
They share the memories held inside
Of the life they lived, on the South Side
The South Side is where they'd go back
When they'd tell stories of their past
How lessons learned stayed with them
And helped three boys become best friends
The South Side is where they'd go back
When they'd tell stories of their past
How lessons learned stayed with them
How the South Side made them into men*
Poem by: Carl Joseph Roberts
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