Children of the future
They say we aren't diffrent
That we are all the same
People tell the children that they are wrong and "insain".
But we tell the people . . .
That we are much more fun.
We laugh, we play we do not say how diffrent we've become.
We call to all the parents to see the change become.
We are not all together,
but we aren't all so wrong
Some show and show the things we know
they try so hard to let you know
We are diffrent than you think
so dont over think. . .
THE CHILDREN OF THE FUTURE!
Heaven
I'm holding your hand, walking down the street.
The touch of our skin is so sweet.
You ask "where are we?"
I sigh " your lovely"
We walk down the street the touch is still sweet.
I stop "Where are we?"
you say "your lovely"
We walk and walk our touch still sweet
They ask "where were you?"
We sigh "in heaven"
M E M O R I E S
The day they have to say goodbye.
Was coming way to soon.
The stars are bright the moon is full
and the only thing to do
is talk the whole day through.
Even though they have to go
their hearts have joined at last.
Taking off their masks.
thinking of the past.
Delighted to be together at last.
But now they have to go
Willing to get to know
if others know how to show.
That love can still grow
even though you must go.
