The girl-child grows and it
first appears...

A boy has many heroes
Many strangers he admires...

Some of us wear blue
While others dress in green...

Don't think of times so long ago
Don't dwell upon the past...

Wake up America
Hear what I say...

How many times can one man love?
As many times as stars above...

I have a debt that can't be paid
No matter how I try...

Remember how it used to be
When we were young...

The wind blowing softly
upon the night skies...

Gently brushing past my mind
Like the breeze off a passing butterfly...

The specter of our lost love
Wanders through my idle mind...

Some times I sit and ponder
Right or wrong my life to change...