Move Forward O Young One
There was a child who went foward
foward into our world
foward inro our town
foward to change themselves and the world.
Everything changes the child, for the better or the worse.
the constant moving friends, the ever changing friends
the militay so near with thier unifrom and all
the friendlenss of people that just stop to talk
the small town feel, the knowing everyone
The way around 190 at rush hour
the shops you see on the way home
the way the park is the favorite place to hang
the first day at the high school
the first walk around town
the way the tall grass grows
Everything becomes part of them
thier dad, thier mom, thier sister, thier brother
every day the change them
The mom who stays home everyday
cooks and cleans and takes car of brother
The dad that goes off to work everday
works and works and brings home the money
The sister that we send off to school everyday
to learn and grow and grow up some more
The brother that may be a iitle bit small
but can cause more destruction than us all
but come on the family is what makes us all
Trips to the big city, If they are not spectacular what are they?
the road to whats "Greater," whats "Grander," and "Better"
semi and dump trucks, little toy cars, all on the highway out to more
they see people leave, they see people stay
they see thier frindships built and destroyed
five hills roll on and on and on and on and on
the skateboards, the longboards, the roads thier way now
the redneck backwoods or the prim and the proper
the inbetween and even the weirdos
just the people of our little town
they all changed the child that went foward
who goes foward, now everyday
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