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

I'm sorry
for the times...

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

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

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

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

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