Whispers around the hall,
The stupid snotty glares...

I'm sorry
for the times...

What is a friend?
I've asked myself this...

Quick, children run while you can,
For inside me is the boogeyman...

Ok we all know I'm not so poetic
but this is for you...

Born in 1932 were you
Into the Depression you came...

We are all born with potential,
The wings necessary to take flight...