Friendly Days

      We ride our bikes down the hill,
Dreaming of better tomorrow,
In the bright light of the sunset,
We would forget all our sorrows.
      We play in the field down the hill,
Planning our near future choices,
In a fort dug in the hard dirt,
We listen to each others voices.
      The place was ours and nobody elses,
But then it changed all the next day,
The trucks came to dig and destroy,
And took freedom that was ours away.
      Even though I may have left that place,
I’ll still remember adventures we had,
Because we had them all together,
And in the end that’s all that matters.