five minutes past noon the air has run still life is frozen people glancing left and right they cross the road of truth I remember the boy the boy called William his hair so messy scuffs on his knees mud on his hands scrapes on his feet I remember the girl the girl he liked she payed no mind he was just there to her he never gave up childhood innocence ran free it passed quickly before blinking they got older his knees healed his hair settled his hands were washed his feet scarred his heart kept beating she kept ignoring ignoring what he said putting him to blame blaming him of the silence he stopped trying his heart was breaking he couldn't stop the pain she didn't have a care in the world only he was to blame the rain still fell the winds still blew life went on without him in it truth in a Disney movie it's the circle of life