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

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

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

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

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

I'm sorry
for the times...

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