Leather jackets and tattered jeans,
Hands stained with hair grease,
Warm green eyes wanting to be grey,
Nothing gold can ever stay.
Cold nights and lit cigars,
The smell of alcohal from passing cars,
Burning churches and Gone With The Wind,
Simple mistakes becoming sins.
A group of boys as close as brothers,
Fighting along side one another,
Unspoken promises and smoldering wings,
What hope for everyone can an essay bring?