tears on a page

graduates to gravestones

Growing up is a hard thing to shoulder

It comes with the territory, part of getting older

Late nights with friends sad to go home

Get replaced with gut wrenching funerals and tombstones

A quick flip from late nights riding a car around

To kneeling at graves inside of cemetery grounds

Lost to drugs, drinking, some even suicide

For a handful of change dying with a knife in the side

Most of my boys now I've laid to rest

Meant to live forever but all we got was this?