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  Lyrics High School My School


HIGH SCHOOL MY SCHOOL

written and recorded by Bill Pere

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High School, My School (Life 101)
words and music by Bill Pere

In every crowd there is a loser, There are those who always win
What book will help me know which group I'm in
(in High School, My School)

It's life reduced to schedules, blocks, and periods confined
The myriad mute musings of a mind
(in High School, My School, who's cool and who's the fool?)

I navigate the courses, do I pass or fail
Does it validate my value? Is it just to no avail?

It's life reduced to letters, A through F tells all,
On track and football sweaters on the wall
(in High School, My School)

Is it just chasing after BS, DVM or Ph.D ?
Success is just a matter of degree
(in High School, My School, who's cool and who's the fool?)

Mid-life crisis is a middle year exam
Will the comments in the margins tell me who I am?

It's life reduced to numbers, Sixteen hundred S-A-T's
Four-o GPA is sure to please
(in High School, My School)

When life's reduced to dashes between dates carved in a stone
In that final grand reunion, I'm alone
(in High School, My School, who's cool and who's the fool?)

Try-outs and auditions, do I make the team?
If I'm not anointed, do I laugh or do I scream?

When I take that final final, blanks are filled and choices made
In Life 101, did I make the grade?
(in High School, My School)

Never did the corporate ladder Never climbed or clawed or shoved
I only need to know that I was loved.
(in High School, My School, who's cool and who's the fool?)
 
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Shadow Lad
words and music by Bill Pere
(Who’s that guy?)   I’m just a shadow in the hallway
(Walk on by)          No one seems to care
(Saw him cry)         I cry out, I reach out
(Wonder why?)      It seems I’m not there
Sad shadow, bad Shadow, mad Shadow Lad

(Tries to hide)         People passing by me
(Stays outside)        I’m not on their list
(Wears a mask)      Never look, never smile
(Doesn’t ask)          I just don’t exist
Sad shadow, bad Shadow, mad Shadow Lad

I see an icy stare, They’re walking by They’re unaware
They pass me by with glassy eye and not a single word to share
No one seeks to speak to me they don’t see this non entity
It’s time to blow away the haze, time to break out of the maze

(Has no name)           Someday I’m gonna change it
(Seems a shame)       Can’t let this nothingness go on
(Not the same)           I will stand in the light
(Different game)         Till the shadow is gone
Sad shadow, bad Shadow, mad Shadow Lad

(Could be nice)
(Break the ice)
(Need advice)
(What’s the price?)

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Copyright Bill Pere  All rights reserved.
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Most Likely to Succeed 
(The Yearbook)
words and music by Bill Pere

Now it’s seven past midnight on this back street, West L.A.
Seems like the end of the road, got my yearbook today
What is there for an encore, when it seems you’ve just done it all?
Only one way to go, and it’s a long way to fall
Report card is showing four aces, but I just don’t get any rush
It’s the kids who are loved who have the real royal flush

Page 103, the picture’s me,
A kid who’s never had a lover or a friend
They say I’m bright, they may be right
But it doesn’t seem to matter in the end
When you’ve been the best, all that’s left is less
Don’t be fooled by that caption you read
Under the photograph, it’s an epitaph
That I’m the one who’ll most likely succeed

I hoped my father would love me,
That his hand would be there to hold
But since Mom went away his eyes are icy blue cold
No, he never listened, when I’d talk about how bad I felt
He said he’d make it feel right with the end of his belt...

Page 103, the picture’s me,
A kid who’s never had a lover or a friend
They say I’m bright, they may be right
But it doesn’t seem to matter in the end
When you’ve been the best, all that’s left is less
Don’t be fooled by that caption you read
Under the photograph, it’s an epitaph
That I’m the one who’ll most likely succeed

All of my life I’ve tried hard to please,
Just look at the awards that I’ve won
But Dad could never muster a smile for this dutiful son....
So I never show a tear, never show an emotion,
Never show the cards that I hold
People say that I’ve been dealt a good hand,
But I think I’m ready to fold

Now I look through the window of this all night grocery store
People leading their lives, I’m asking what is it for?
In school I’m just a shadow, at home it’s like I’m not really there
The only reason to live is if there’s someone to care
Is there something more that lies beyond sleeping?
With a few extra pills — I’ll find out
So I walk into the store, cause now it’s time to check out

Page 103, the picture’s me,
A kid who’s never had a lover or a friend
They say I’m bright, they may be right
But it doesn’t seem to matter in the end
When you’ve been the best, all that’s left is less
Don’t be fooled by that caption you read
Under the photograph, it’s an epitaph
That I’m the one who’ll most likely succeed
 

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Copyright Bill Pere  All rights reserved.

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Pebble
words and music by Kay Pere

Standing at the check-out line
Late one Friday afternoon,
I’m the girl who bags the groceries here,
And this day can’t end too soon.
I’m only seventeen, you see,
But I help to pay the rent.
So I have to work the evening shift
And wonder where my childhood went.

It’s the same old thing, so sad, it’s strange,
For hours on end I’m making change,
And reaching out to touch each hand
While they look right through me where I stand.

The next in line, she’s five bucks short
Now she’s digging through her purse.
She slips and dumps it on the floor.
Seems that things can’t get much worse.
Then those in line around her help;
They gather coins so she can pay.
And as she hands me all her change, she says,
"Send this act of kindness on its way."

Just a tiny pebble, tossed into a pond,
So small it barely makes a ripple as it falls.
Even though it may be little, it knows down deep inside
That the waves it makes can reach out far and wide.
The waves it makes can reach out far and wide.

Later in the evening
There comes this guy I’ve seen at school.
He’s never even noticed me.
Guess I’m not considered cool.
He’s got seven cans of cat food
And a pile of sleeping pills.
Then he looks into my eyes
With such loneliness it gives me chills.

Well, I snap out of my daydream,
Stop feeling sorry for myself.
I say, "You don’t need this Sominex.
I’ll put it back up on the shelf."
"My work is done in fifteen minutes."
I tell him and he smiles.
I say, "I know an all-night diner
Where maybe we could sit and talk a while."

I am just a tiny pebble, tossed into a pond.
I’m so small I barely make a ripple as I fall.
But even though I may be little, I know down deep inside
That the waves I make can reach out far and wide.
The waves I make can reach out far and wide.

Over at the Greasy-Spoon
Where the conversation’s easy, soon I’m
Telling jokes and he laughs so hard
He let’s down his guard.
He says, "My parents split three weeks ago
And I watched my mother pack.
She’s moved in with some other guy.
Says she won’t be coming back.
Now my Dad, he’s next to useless,
All day staring at the wall.
And at school I don’t know anyone,
Just faces as they pass me in the hall.

I’m one of several billion people, just a face among the crowd.
I feel so small, it seems I hardly matter much at all.
But I am like a tiny pebble and I know down deep inside
That the waves I make can reach out far and wide.
The waves I make can reach out far and wide."

The waitress asks as she brings the bill,
"Is there something else that I can get."
Glancing at each other, we tell her,
"No thanks! We’re all set."
Found so much more to live for.
Never going back to sleep.
Now he’s reaching toward the waitress saying,
"Here’s our check. The change is yours to keep."

We are all just a tiny pebbles, tossed into a pond.
We’re so small we barely make a ripple as we fall.
But even though we may be little, we know down deep inside
That the waves we make will reach out far and wide.
The waves we make will reach out far and wide.

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Copyright Kay Pere  All rights reserved.

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All I Need Is a Friend
(It Could Be Me)

words and music by Bill Pere

Chiani disappears after school
I thought she had it all together, she was nobody’s fool
But she’s feeling like there’s no one around
To give her life direction, keep her feet on the ground
So she waits until the end of each class
Then she hangs with Jackie Daniels, a bottle, and a glass
People turn their heads, choose not to see
I know about being alone, it could be me....

I am poetry not yet written
A tale still too young to take wing
A symphony just getting set to soar
A song not yet ready to sing
But I know, for these things to grow
And be all they can be in the end
I need someone there
To care and help all the hurt mend
All I need is a friend

Joshua has been feeling down
It’s another world out there on the far side of town
That’s the way his life’s always been
Built a wall around him, no one ever gets in
From lessons learned and tears that he’s cried
Always by himself, Smith and Wesson by his side
People turn their heads, choose not to see
I know about being alone, it could be me....

I am poetry not yet written
A tale still too young to take wing
A symphony just getting set to soar
A song not yet ready to sing
But I know, for these things to grow
And be all they can be in the end
I need someone there
To care and help all the hurt mend
All I need is a friend

Brianna really needs to connect
She’s feeling like a castaway, relationship-wrecked
She’s tried to reach out for a hand
Someone to talk to, someone to understand
The silence slowly drives her insane
She spends her time just floating with her friend Mary Jane
People turn their heads, choose not to see
I know about being alone, it could be me....

I am poetry not yet written
A tale still too young to take wing
A symphony just getting set to soar
A song not yet ready to sing
But I know, for these things to grow
And be all they can be in the end
I need someone there
To care and help all the hurt mend
All I need is a friend
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Copyright Bill Pere  All rights reserved.

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Bein’ Cool (It Ain’t So Hot)
words and music by Bill Pere

Wiley Willy’s walkin’ down the hall, he’s trash talkin’
When Serena sidles up and stops him right in his tracks
She says “You better stop your messin’
See you really ain’t impressin’ me
And if you think you are then you ain’t got all the facts”
Oh you didn’t know, I ain’t a liar
Oh you didn’t know you can inspire
Oh you didn’t know I don’t require
Being anything but yourself...

Being cool, it ain’t so hot when you are what you’re not
Being cool, it ain’t so hot when you are what you’re not
Being cool it ain’t so hot if you lose what you got
Being cool, it ain’t so hot

Lita’s so elite, she says ‘bout every guy she’ll meet
That they just don’t have the heat to hang with her very long
I say “You know, if you’re believing
That’s why all your friends are leaving
Well then let me tell you now that you just got it all wrong”
Oh you didn’t know, I ain’t a liar
Oh you didn’t know you can inspire
Oh you didn’t know they don’t require
Being anything but yourself...

Being cool, it ain’t so hot when you are what you’re not
Being cool, it ain’t so hot when you are what you’re not
Being cool it ain’t so hot if you lose what you got
Being cool, it ain’t so hot

Cheno is the man everyone else is also-ran
If he’s around he’ll put you down in any way that he can
I tell him man it’s just your call, but if you think you’re standing tall
Well then let me tell you now you’re heading right for a fall
Oh you didn’t know, I ain’t a liar
Oh you didn’t know you can inspire
Oh you didn’t know we don’t require
Being anything but yourself...

Being cool, it ain’t so hot when you are what you’re not
Being cool, it ain’t so hot when you are what you’re not
Being cool it ain’t so hot if you lose what you got
Being cool, it ain’t so ho

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Copyright Bill Pere  All rights reserved.

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Teacher (Do I Matter Much at All? )
words and music by Bill Pere

Six o’clock in the morning, back again in this room
I can hear myself yawning , out in the hall,
It’s old Sam, with his broom
Flicker lights, broken flask, I reflect, then I ask,
Squealing chalk as I scrawl, was I right to answer this call?
I don’t know, Do I matter much at all?

I once believed in a future, but the years and the faces
race on by at light speed
Roll up my sleeves, I accouter these legions of learners
with facts they don’t need
In their eyes I can see what I once dreamed for me
When they stare, am I there, do they just see me as part of the wall,
I feel small, Do I matter much at all?

Lift the shade, let the sun in, but it’s me who’s supposed to be
shedding the light
Hear the bell, the parade, they all run in, hope today I just might
Show them how to take flight, how to rise on up to new height
Between Spring and the Fall, they grow strong, they grow tall
I grow old, Do I matter much at all?

Used up my last sheet of paper, no more supplies on my shelf
Used up the last of my punch lines, used up the last bits of myself

(Instrumental)   Do I matter much at all?

Rubber-stamped days, homogenous haze, I open my eyes
the year is over, they’re gone
Some scribbled notes in my yearbook, one from a troubled young lad who wrote ‘you helped me hang on’
Each long day, little pay, but when I hear just one young voice say
‘You helped me learn about life today’ ,
That’s when I know somehow, some way
Right there, Right then, I’d do it all again....

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Copyright Bill Pere  All rights reserved.

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Jack T. Tation
words and music by Bill Pere

Jack T. Tation gives out his invitation at school
Another weekend party, everyone will come cause he’s cool...
This master of hyperbole, builds himself up verbally
Everyone believes that it’s true
There’s a sad and empty space that he hides behind his face
He thinks the world would laugh if they knew...
Is he like you?

Mary Master has a life that’s a disaster they say
She didn’t get an invite; With a smile she says
“It’s all right, it’s okay...”
Friday night alone, glad to be home on her own
She finds a lot of fun things to do...
She cooks and does some crafts and reads books that make her laugh
She invites the world to laugh with her too,
Is she like you?

Jack T. Tation is filled with desperation and tears
He finds the price is high to be a guy who’s so admired by his peers
This birthday party crowd is getting much too loud
This night has no soul, only style...
He’s tired of being alone, he goes over to the phone,
Calls Mary and they talk for awhile,
She’ll teach him how to smile

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Copyright Bill Pere  All rights reserved.

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Reflection (Friday Night)
words and music by Bill Pere

(He): Who is that girl sitting all alone
On a Friday night, she looks sad, like a cold and sunless dawn
Hey pretty girl, why are you alone?
Don’t you know that just down the street
there’s a party going on?

(She): I know but I don’t think they’d want me there,
I’d be in the way I don’t dance, and I don’t want to get stoned
Besides both my sisters are there and I told them I’d stay here
Just in case one of their boyfriends should phone

(He): Well if you don’t have a date and since it’s not very late
I can stay and talk and find out who you are
I don’t converse very well, I guess you can tell,
But one thing I can do is sing, but I don’t have my guitar

(She):  Please I’d like to hear, will you sing for me
Can we go and get your guitar,? I bet you play like a star
Let’s go to your home I’ll forget the phone,
I don’t like to be all alone, we won’t have to walk too far

(Both): And who is this person?
I like the way she/he looks at me
Those eyes are filled with such kindness,
I wonder what kinds of things do they see in me?

(He): Please don’t expect virtuosity,
Just a simple song is the best I can do, but it’s for you

(She): Just go ahead, play your melody,
I know it will be the reflection of all I see in you

(He): Then I played my song, and before too long
I was in the embrace Of the adoring smile on her face

(She): And each note I heard
Whispered hidden meanings and words in my ear
Then he held me near, I was filled with such joy and such fear

(Both):
Please I don’t know what to do
When I am alone with you and I’m scared,
I’ve never done this before
You think that you can’t offer me very much
But I don’t think too many others could give more
You made me the reflection
Of the love that I saw in your eyes.

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Copyright Bill Pere  All rights reserved.

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Past the Pane (Let Love Begin)
words and music by Bill Pere

So what did you mean when you said you’d like to know who I am?
Was it for real, or just another scam?
Boy, you’ve got a reputation and it ain’t good...
Never a day when you don’t cross the line
So why am I here tryin’

To look through the window of your eyes, and past the pane
There’s a frightened child hiding there within
If you know someone’s here would it calm all the fear?
Would it let love begin?

No you never were much to look at, so why can’t I look away?
You don’t seem like the type I’d give the time of day
Boy, I had an expectation, never thought I would
Ever, ever pay you any mind
But we’re just two of a kind

Look through the window of my eyes, and past the pane
There’s a frightened child hiding here within
If you know someone’s here would it calm all the fear?
Would it let love begin?

So here we are standing, staring, don’t quite know what to do
Are you looking at me or just seeing right through?
Boy we got a situation , I think we should
Put what others say ‘bout us behind
And be surprised by what we find

Look through the window of our eyes, and past the pane
There are  frightened children hiding here within
If you know someone’s here it would calm all the fear
It would  let love begin

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Copyright Bill Pere  All rights reserved.

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Revelation   (Philosophy 101)
words and music by Bill Pere

Dies slowly fading day, winds mournful sigh
Brightly starts are waking
Flies owlet hooting, holding revel high
Nightly silence breaking

Pinpoints of light scintillate in the night
Guardian hand’s gone away
Passions consume all the souls they exhume
No one is pointing the way...

Crimson flames touch your mind; Echoes resound and you’ll find
Empty page, rewrite the tale ; Second chance, no time to fail
Crimson flames touch your mind, echoes resound and you’ll find
Level field, now reconnect; Learn at last just what to respect
 

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Copyright Bill Pere  All rights reserved.
 

Taunted
words and music by Bill Pere

Taunted
Run a gauntlet down an endless hall
And every day I'm
Haunted
Relentless echoes of the names they call

You were the only one who ever stood by my side
Every day when all I'd want to do is run and hide

Taunted
Run a gauntlet down an endless hall
And every day I'm
Haunted
Relentless echoes of the names they call

Each day the words would sting like the point of a dart
In a crowd with a target right on my heart

Hoping just to hear silence,
Hoping just to hear quiet
Wondering every day why it's always me
Try to slip away, daydream
Never fit into mainstream
Ridicule would make pain seem all too real

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Copyright Bill Pere  All rights reserved.


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Songs, Flowers, You and I
words and music by Bill Pere

So I decided to look at the years I’d captured in my scrapbook
Remembering your kisses, dried upon my memory
And anonymous carnations that lie crushed between the pages
Speak of days gone by, Days of you and I

Though I’d sung so many perfect songs to many grateful crowds
I never heard the clapping of your heartbeat
In every choir, in every chorus, every word I sang was for us
But when the song was done, the couplet was still unrhymed

And if I song for you now, will you hear me?
Will you hear me?

Oh, I’d smile, they’d say “She’s always happy”, but they couldn’t see
That your taciturn indifference was killing me
Now all the wilted pink corsages cry, wrinkled with the sorrow
Of the broken promise that was you and I

And if I sing for you now, will you hear me?
And if I sing for you now, will you hear me?

So I closed my book and took a last look at your picture
Then I sat down to sing a song and forget you...
And though I know you didn't want me,
The times we shared still haunt me
Flowers, songs and days of you and I
Flowers, songs and days of you and I

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Copyright Bill Pere  All rights reserved.


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Teach Me How to Fly
words and music by Bill Pere

When I was just a child, I'd pretend that I had wings
But I played alone, you had no time to do such things
You would fly round the world, you made a fortune grow
Each time I asked you Dad, you just said "no"

I'd say "Touch me, take me, teach me how to fly
Show me how to reach beyond the sky"

Not quite seventeen, the day I ran away
You just watched me go, never asked once if I'd stay
In the city at night I got off the train
A stranger met me, said he'd ease my pain

I said "Touch me, take me, teach me how to fly
Show me how to reach beyond the sky"

Now my broken wings can't lift these shattered dreams
When you just need love, there's no substitute it seems
In a bottle or bed, it's just empty air
God, if you're listening, won't you hear my prayer

"Touch me, take me, teach me how to fly
Show me how to reach beyond the sky"

Now I see you Dad, crying by the grave
I appreciate the flowers that you gave
As you're turning to leave, I see that backward glance
I wish you'd loved me Dad, when you had the chance

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Copyright Bill Pere  All rights reserved.

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Kram It! (Overload)
words and music by Bill Pere

Pyramids of Pharoah’s day, pyrimidines and DNA
And G and C and T and A and break genetic code
Calculus and matrix math and Shelly, Elliot, and Plath
Analyze the Grapes of Wrath, the story of Tom Joad

Kram it, Kram it
Over, Over, Over Overload!
Voices calling choices making noises in my head
Words are whirling swirling can’t remember what’s been said...

Dividing by infinity and chemical affinity
And partial solubility, amphibians and toad
Participle dangling and geometric angling
And politicians wrangling and vacuum tube implode

Kram it, Kram it
Over, Over, Over Overload!
Voices calling choices making noises in my head
Words are whirling swirling can’t remember what’s been said...

Expletives and articles and photon waves and particles
Dramatic and catharticals a sonnet and an ode
Palladium , vanadium, and periodic tablium
Discovery of Radium, and phosphorescence glowed

Kram it, Kram it
Over, Over, Over Overload!
Voices calling choices making noises in my head
Words are whirling swirling can’t remember what’s been said...

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Copyright Bill Pere  All rights reserved.

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Shine On (Graduation)
words and music by Bill Pere

It’s just beginning (You can see it start)
A point of light in the dark (It’s from your heart)
The life you’re spinning is just a spark to make a mark
(Shine a beacon through the haze)
(Wash away the shadow’s grays now...)

It keeps unfolding (You can see it glow)
The points of light in a line (You can make it grow)
The love you’re holding is gonna shine.... Let it shine
(Watch the shadows fade to white)
(Take the chill out of the night now...)

Shine On..... Shine On..... Shine On.....

With each reflection (You know it seems)
Of kindness there in your eyes (Like all your dreams)
A new connection will arise, to fill the skies
(Are beams that search the sky above)
(Shining with the light of love now...)

Shine On.....Shine On.....Shine On.....

The light of one life it seems never shall exceed
The light of one sun
But each star in the sky joins hands with a neighbor
To make a galaxy

Shine On.....Shine On.....Shine On.....

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Four Years Out of Forty (Reunion)
words and music by Bill Pere

Four Years out of forty, it’s that high school high
You left me with a pocket full of memories
Teach me how to spread my wings and touch the sky
Then we fly away but we’ll be back someday.

Pointed pencils, pointed questions turned the key
Unlocking all the promise there inside of me
No wall is as high as it seems
I can shine like a star as it gleams
Climb any mountain cross any stream
All I needed were dreams

Four Years out of forty, it’s that high school high
You left me with a pocket full of memories
Teach me how to spread my wings and touch the sky
Then we fly away but we’ll be back someday.

Scattering like chalk dust in the summer wind
New chapters of our songs and stories to begin
No wall is as high as it seems
I can shine like a a star as it gleams
Climb any mountain cross any stream
All I needed were dreams

Four Years out of forty, it’s that high school high
You left me with a pocket full of memories
Teach me how to spread my wings and touch the sky
Then we fly away but we’ll be back someday.

I can’t believe how quickly those few years flew past
They taught me how to live life with a touch of class
No wall is as high as it seems
I can shine like a a star as it gleams
Climb any mountain cross any stream
All I needed were dreams

Four Years out of forty, it’s that high school high
You left me with a pocket full of memories
Teach me how to spread my wings and touch the sky
Then we fly away but we’ll be back someday.

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Copyright Bill Pere  All rights reserved.

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