Playground Stars Jon Auer life come what may come and help us with this mess we’ve neatly made will time always have its way of testing every sweet mistake
every other night night turns to day now its early morning for the grand, the grand parade some sleepy humans for the race until the champion awakes
the childish thoughts they all have names school yard pictures in their frames but if there is light to shine the way can we share the words we mean sights we’ve seen gone tomorrow here today come, come what may
forward to spring and spring looses ground the endless endless summer knows no elementary bounds it’s open season in the fall will this winter close us all
i do believe that you believe in what you say that every act must have its play and every playground stars the scars and scrapes but we must live like we were made born to be here, here to stay come, come what may