Wednesday, January 18, 2006


When we were young and life was simple we played like there was no tomorrow. Then we grew up and away. Why does this have to be this way? You’re older than me, so I chase you around. But your life is full of much. For me years go by and I try to be the brother you need but there is not room for me. There came a time when there was no tomorrow. Now you’re gone and now all I have is memories of when we were young.