The kids that grow up without a dad for a year, are the kids of the government.
They stay in one place for a year or so, and move away,
away from friends,
                                  Family,
                                               some are more than friends.
Not everyone can be lucky,
You say it's the worst,
but you think it will be fun.
So when you grow up and have a family,
remember this poem, in case you want to have a
Military Kid.

They say that teachers are only trying to help you, there not out to get you.
That one teacher that you feel like is following you home at night,
That teacher that watches you, and imagines leasers shooting out of there eyes,
the one teacher that goes out with your mom and dad,
That one teacher you can not stand,
nice to meet you, Its me!!

When you look at a guy and just know he's the one,
but he does not want you,
and you sit there wondering when will time stop the torch er?
Time will never stop.
The guy,
               Your soul mate,
                       Your friend and nothing more (so he clams),
The one that you want to spend your last little bit of time with, the guy that only wants to be friends, If he is not turn your back and run!
Time will never stop chasing you.

Rain is like love,
it's unpredictable,
and it sometimes never stops.

What do i do when it rains?
Pry for my guy that does not want,
all i want is for him to notice me.

If a guy that does not want you, tells you that on a rainy day,
do what i do and pry.

When no one wants to be near you,
when you are by yourself
when a black storm kills everyone but you
You stop to look around and no one is there to hold your hand.

You look at the sky one more time but see the fresh blue sky, you look over and see a girl you do not know
soon you are friends
and you realize you are never truly alone.

As I wave to a catterpiller as he smokes his pipe,
As I say hello to the bunny with a watch,
As I wave to the queen that chases me to reality,
And I realize it was just a dream.

She never looked, she never turned,
She never wished, she never learned,
But with a pen, she once had yearned,
And wrote a poem of all she burned.

But she couldn’t make a single rhyme,
Like rain with cane, and lime with dime,
All she care about is to **** the time,
That once left her confused and blind.

If you believe that dreams come true,  
But sleep at night without a clue,
Of all the things, the ones undue,
Should make you fall, shall make you blue.