Dreaming of that time of piece
A time so long ago
A time of myth like Golden Fleece
A time I barely know
When we, as girls, did unite
Rising like the sun
When we, as friends, we did not fight
Harboring our anger
Back when eyes were not turned green
By infantile remorse
Back when kids were not so mean
And friendship was not forced
When strength lied within our links
No man could tear apart
Back with pools and skating rinks
And bicycles and push carts
I dream of days of childish fun
Not teens so in complacent
Of days to skip and jump and run
A time of no containment
Back when words were not so harsh
And actions had no meaning
No swampy thoughts, so thick like marshes
No in incandescent feeling
Days when we were but so feeble
Thought to be naive
Not when life was meek and meable
But when friends did not deceive
I want my time to come again
To rise to the occasion
I want again to be a friend
But girls just wish damnation
