Yes, I remember as children
I stepped off of the sea-saw,
You fell flaming so fast
But your tears gave me no blast.

The red-ness scratching
not pure as your golden locks,
I wasn't here to wake up
and you were as blue as the docks.

Catholic school with all their rules
and the library tomb of overdue books,
Giggling beside me was a little daisy
who thought it was laughs and funny.

I could re-examine
all of the exams,
that make up the tools,
Or its time to disarm.