Crayons

Kindergarten, the days where summers shown bright
ice cream our delight,
rarely did we fight,
over more than turns,
running round the ferns,
girls that whispered, laughed and cried,
boys that taunted, girls despise,
memories that never end,
to that sandbox i'll go again,
back to dolls and playing blocks,
now its clicks that cheat and talk,

oh i long for those days,
where all we ever did was play,
all we ever see is sad,
those days we weren't so bad,
then we smiled now we sneer,
hard feelings took over any near,

back to crayons that occupied hands,
where we drew this once free land,
now its different not the same,
now life is the hardest game.