I wonder if your mornings are like mine
a boiled egg and butter soldiers
cars zooming by
looking at the sky
thinking why time can’t go by.
After school is a blast
play fighting in the grass
happy to be here
happy to be home.
I wonder if your mornings are like mine
a boiled egg and butter soldiers
cars zooming by
looking at the sky
thinking why time can’t go by.
After school is a blast
play fighting in the grass
happy to be here
happy to be home.