Into The Yard

Look out there

Into the yard

Where we played

Day in and day out

Tired and dirty

Those were our trees

That was our kingdom

And we wouldn’t come in

We wouldn’t stop

Because that was our place

I see now

Time has passed

Slipping through

The hands of my clock

The one whose ticking

Put me to sleep each night

When I was so young

With you --my friend

Look out there

Into the yard

Where we played

The yard that we’ve lost

Where our trees have fallen

And the dirt that we once held

Has soiled our muddy hands

I reminisce --my friend

Out in that yard

Where the illusion

We once shared together

About eternal happiness

Has yet to shatter

Like the face of my ticking clock

It's fragile glass teetering in it's framework

In the yard

I am in tune with my childhood

The only place where we are safe

Is hiding behind the tree stumps

Look out there-- my friend

Into the Yard

Come with me

Where we played

Where we are safe

From the darkening earth

Where we can be as we were

Where we can live

As kings and queens on dirt hill mountains

Governing this yard with such force

Such gallantry and foolishness

That no monarch would ever dare

Because he has never wielded a wooden sword

Carved from the stumps of fallen trees

And he does not know

What it is like

To be a child

In this yard

With no enemies

And only you -- my friend