Ghosts of Summers Past

March 12, 2009
By Emily Lane BRONZE, Brentwood, Tennessee
Emily Lane BRONZE, Brentwood, Tennessee
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I'm just a kid, I want more in my life
Than scented markers, playgrounds, and school.
Wanna grow up to find that perfect someone.
But a little danger and disaster would be cool
On the way. Just to get outside
Of the stone walls of my neighborhood.

Why is a child raised to move towards the sun
So easily captivated by darkness?

We're just ghosts of summers past.
Dreaming of days we'd thought would last.
Wishing for friends we might not see,
Winters have never been good to me.
You know-I think I should grow up.
But only if you'll come with me.

I'm older now. I've seen so much more
Like shopping malls, hotel halls, and love.
But also I've felt pain-Been unsafe and worried
About him and all our playmates
Doing things we always swore we'd never do.
But we'd never turn back now.

Why did no one care to tell
That even the sweetest fruit ferments?

We're just ghosts of summers past.
Dreaming of days we'd thought would last.
Wishing for friends we might not see,
Winters have never been good to me.
You know-I think I should grow up.
But only if you'll come with me.

We're just ghosts of summers past.
Dreaming of days we'd thought would last.
Wishing for friends we might not see,
Winters have never been good to me.
You know-I think I should grow up.
But only if you'll come along.

So have we lost our innocence?
The beauty that once was being different.
Now we're becoming unique (just like all our friends).
I can't handle having this summer end.
It will be different.
We'll emphasize the right words,
Start speaking for ourselves.

And we'll be the only ones in on the secret.

I'm just a kid.
Inside my own head.
Sort of scared,
But I've got a best friend.

We're just ghosts of summers past.
Dreaming of days we'd thought would last.
Wishing for friends we might not see.
Winters have never been good to me.
You know-I think we should grow up.
Because summer's here, and so are all our friends.

The author's comments:
My best friend and I make music together, and I wrote this with a lot of thought about our lives.

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