Reid@YWP

The clock is ticking down fast.

Basketballs are being shot and dribbled as we warm up.

Fans are getting settled and rowdy as the game is about to start.

His eyes reminded me of the stars, 

so deep I swear I could see his heart. 

He was full of light, 

I was still trying to fight 

the battle going on in my soul. 

To every little girl out there 

With big dreams 

And bright eyes 

I hope that by the time 

You reach middle school 

Our world will be different 

I remember being younger when the playground was in bloom, 

You told me that I had a choice to use just one; But whom? 

The slide was overcrowded and I could never get a ride,