Children on their Own

Children on their Own

We walked along that old brick wall,
Too young to be afraid to fall
That’s when we played,
Built a cemetery in between our homes
Where the bugs that died could stay
That’s when we would play
Up and down a busy highway
Locked between there and the byway
Of a treasure only known
To children on their own

Cardboard boxes lined the carports
In our world they were our own forts
Could be grocery store, maybe what we went there for
Sometimes a laundry mat, we’d say
That’s when we played.
Up and down a busy highway
Locked between there and the byway
Treasures only known
To children on their own

Der Weinerschnitzel right across the street
Where we could earn a frozen treat
Suckin’ on sour grass, had no clue it wouldn’t last
It was just another day
That’s when we played
Where all those memories stay
Yeah that’s where we played
Up and down a busy highway
Locked between there and the byway
With treasures only known
To children on their own.

© k~