At the crack of dawn I rise like others do,
to a work I find to be honest and true...
Eight grade marked the beginning of a new...
as we grew closer and closer we began to tell...
I wonder if I will ever find
The words that should just come to mind...
If miles separate the truth
will truth always be listened to...
Ages come and they go
As time passes by...
For a friend who's been there,
from a friend who's been there before...
Almost all of my friends
Have different lives now...
One More New Day Every Morn Does Bring,
With A Streak Of Life So Bright...
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I love all my friends deeply...
I sit and think
and begin to cry...
I'm getting rather sleepy
Its time to go to bed...
She says she's jealous
Jealous of something she's had...