Why don't you sit beside me and hold my hand?
We could go play in the sand
Watch the birds fly over out heads
As the day comes to an end.
Push me on the swing in the park
Take your turn before dark
Race me across the grass
With you I never come last.
Surprise me with a picked flower
Right before we're caught in an April shower
Run for cover, footprints left on the ground
You are proof that my life is a sound.
Dry off from the downpour
Take off shoes at the door
Rain slides down the window pane
Sand spills from my new Mary-Jane's.
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