Childhood
Where is the fun now, where did it all go; where can I find it, oh do you know?
remember running through the corridor; Being late, standing by the door
The long bus rides every morning; the slaps to the head, without warning
Playing cricket all through lunch; on the way home our food we’d munch
The times we laughed the times we cried; the times we fell off the slide
The times we wrote about a car; and were happy to get a star
It seems like it was this morning and now its noon; why oh why did we grow up so soon
remember running through the corridor; Being late, standing by the door
The long bus rides every morning; the slaps to the head, without warning
Playing cricket all through lunch; on the way home our food we’d munch
The times we laughed the times we cried; the times we fell off the slide
The times we wrote about a car; and were happy to get a star
It seems like it was this morning and now its noon; why oh why did we grow up so soon
Life is a Bitch, Deal with it
Life is a bed of roses, with the petals come the thorns,
Life is a matadors ring; grab the bull by the horns,
Life is not easy, life is not fair,
You will shed a tear; you will pull your hair,
You will feel the pain of running against a wall,
You will feel hurt after a great big fall,
But life is also fun in a weird kind of way
At the end of every night come a bright new day
So Put on a smile, and grow a pair
There are other things this world has got to share,
Get on your feet and stand up tall
You can’t enjoy life if you crawl
So get on the horse and ride towards the bourne
Life is short my friend; there is no time to mourn.
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