Scraped knees and dirty clothes
Some of the things we left behind
Our childhood that most of us can'tfind
Playing games of make believe and pretend
The simple games when you had to defend
The hideout you called your home base
How youmom would complain about your dirty face
It's the old days gone by
Now life's full of days getting high .
If I had a chance to go back and play again
I would still play with my army men
Never dolls and cute little dresses
Always mud fights and big messes
The days when nothing really mattered
When we didn't care our clothes are tattered.
The childhood we can never live again.
Man I miss all my army men .
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my souls escape
Poetrypoems that reflect my feeligs to many things in my life , everyday struggles with my heart and mind . A land I escape to be free from all the thoughts at spin through my mind. Quotes that come from my heart , letter to loved ones lost . A secret dia...
