Sweet Smiles a Memory Holds

Sweet sorrows of a new morning.
A smile across a new face.
A new waiting for my calling,
because that mornign I was awake.
Sitting by the river watching the water.
Even on the rocks as the sun rose.
Smiles surrounding me with warmth and joy.
These were my friends these were my joy.
Now we stand watching eachother,
wondering what should we do with eahcother.
Smile and kaugh and foll around,
starring and rapping and laughing again.
Until we hit the ground the night will never end.
And when the morning comes we are all sad.
Because we part our ways but still we are friends.





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