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When I gaze 'pon mind's flight...
There once was a time...
thinking back?
childhood comes to mind
They were brothers, three...
traveled the streets sorta carefree
Free, from burdens most kept repressed inside
spoke not of pain,
instead they hide- and seek
Mother often had too much
on her plate,
yet always tried...
Still, they managed...somehow survived
Living in a city that had no pity
most of their crew, "true friends?" just a few...
There once was a time...
n' we speak of it often
Thank the lord, we didn't end up
in a coffin, or jail (bail? HA!) pray tell
The days n' nights were filled
with such imagination n' adventure!
Tried so hard always, to deal
with other's censure
Went about the days,
as we'd age to mature
lost a lot of loved ones...
so hard to endure
Though we made it through
me, n' them too...
Life held many a obstacle
I laugh now recalling,
when we couldn't even afford
a popscicle!
Yet our love for each other
was so strong n' true
There was once was a time...
but now this time is new...
STILL, three brothers
somehow...together,
remain bonded, like glue....
thinking back?
childhood comes to mind
They were brothers, three...
traveled the streets sorta carefree
Free, from burdens most kept repressed inside
spoke not of pain,
instead they hide- and seek
Mother often had too much
on her plate,
yet always tried...
Still, they managed...somehow survived
Living in a city that had no pity
most of their crew, "true friends?" just a few...
There once was a time...
n' we speak of it often
Thank the lord, we didn't end up
in a coffin, or jail (bail? HA!) pray tell
The days n' nights were filled
with such imagination n' adventure!
Tried so hard always, to deal
with other's censure
Went about the days,
as we'd age to mature
lost a lot of loved ones...
so hard to endure
Though we made it through
me, n' them too...
Life held many a obstacle
I laugh now recalling,
when we couldn't even afford
a popscicle!
Yet our love for each other
was so strong n' true
There was once was a time...
but now this time is new...
STILL, three brothers
somehow...together,
remain bonded, like glue....
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