When I saw her standing there, with her bright eyes and shining hair. She was looking back at me. Some are meant to sing, some are meant to talk and some aren't meant to say a thing.
If I could have one wish right now. I'd be about as half as tough as I pretend I am. Then I wouldn't care how empty this old house feels. I could take her things and take them far away from here.
It was 1990 give or take I don't remember. When the news of revolution hit the air. The girls hadn't even started taking down our posters. When the boys started cutting off their hair.