I try and I try to forget The days of my youth But the memories of the innocence Keep slipping my grasp The days spent wondering Of things we could become The nights spent complaining Of girls we couldn't court The months in the heat Roaming aimlessly tween the corridors The moments we huddled In the winter's cold I miss the shoulders That I'd taken for granted I miss the bonds That I believed would never break The green grass The empty class The broken heart The cold hearth They all remind me Of the best days of my life Of the days spent free of strife Of friends and promises Made between brothers