I used to have a friend named Billy,
But now that he is dead
All I have are his songs to sing
Stuck inside my head.
And when I sing them loud enough
I think he is alive
Taking place of the sad old memories-
Storred away archives.
But not long from now the day will come
When I’ll forget the words.
Looking to the blue sky I will learn to sing
Songs of the flying birds.
Sophomore. 15. Mongolian. "Man is born free, and everywhere he is in chains."~Rousseau. African American Brothers Here