The friendships made on 48th Street
Are ones that cannot be beat.
Us four girls
We owned the world.
We rode our  bikes as fast as we could
Achieving great, instead of plain ol' good.
Our faces smeared with dirt,
Our hearts unaware of any hurt
With smiles on our face.
How I miss that place.
The innocence was in my heart
Now my world is torn apart.
I wish I could return
To my life without concern
When my world was a block wide
And dreams could never die.