Awaking in the dawn
Asking for a new life
As I wipe the tears from my eyes
Our life of youth is now behind us
The real special times of my life
When responsibilities were simple
To cut the grass
Put out the trash
Go to school
Do my home work
Where games were fun
Sleepovers and board games
Hide and seek, your it
Street football
Tackle the man with the ball
A fight because 2 of us got mad
Was only to fight your best friend
A neighborhood brawl with the next block
fist only
When getting in trouble was for
Not being home when the street lights went out
Skipping school and getting caught
Out of mom's screaming voice when she wanted you
punishment
A belt or a paddle
from mom, your teaches or
your friends parents
A go to your room, no TV
Our secrets were kept
Our hidden tree house with a rope swing
Our secret hiding spots
The girls we liked
Adventure were scary
Opening old coffins in the crematory
Catching snakes
Trapping whatever
Camping in the woods
When you got nervous was from
Playing seven minutes in heaven
Kissing your first girl
Friends picking on you
excitement was a trip
Holidays from school
Christmas
Thanksgiving
Easter
New years & the 4th of July, fireworks
And the next dad collecting what didn't go off
Lets not forget the ice cream truck
Some of our mischievous ways
Throwing water balloons at stranger
Making tennis ball grenade launchers
Running in the fog behind the mosquito truck
to make a buck
was to cut grass
get a paper route
sell anything
I could go own but I'm sure you get the point
Our generation is gone and the youth will never know
Now it's high tech and everything is a crime
Kid's stay in the house playing video games
Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 9:14 AM UTC
Awaking in the dawn
Asking for a new life
As I wipe the tears from my eyes
Our life of youth is now behind us
The real special times of my life
When responsibilities were simple
To cut the grass
Put out the trash
Go to school
Do my home work
Where games were fun
Sleepovers and board games
Hide and seek, your it
Street football
Tackle the man with the ball
A fight because 2 of us got mad
Was only to fight your best friend
A neighborhood brawl with the next block
fist only
When getting in trouble was for
Not being home when the street lights went out
Skipping school and getting caught
Out of mom's screaming voice when she wanted you
punishment
A belt or a paddle
from mom, your teaches or
your friends parents
A go to your room, no TV
Our secrets were kept
Our hidden tree house with a rope swing
Our secret hiding spots
The girls we liked
Adventure were scary
Opening old coffins in the crematory
Catching snakes
Trapping whatever
Camping in the woods
When you got nervous was from
Playing seven minutes in heaven
Kissing your first girl
Friends picking on you
excitement was a trip
Holidays from school
Christmas
Thanksgiving
Easter
New years & the 4th of July, fireworks
And the next dad collecting what didn't go off
Lets not forget the ice cream truck
Some of our mischievous ways
Throwing water balloons at stranger
Making tennis ball grenade launchers
Running in the fog behind the mosquito truck
to make a buck
was to cut grass
get a paper route
sell anything
I could go own but I'm sure you get the point
Our generation is gone and the youth will never know
Now it's high tech and everything is a crime
Kid's stay in the house playing video games
