The empty lot, that was forever still in our young time

We would play ball, and hide and seek in mud and grime

The time passed, and unknown people began to like the old lot

Pictures were taken, with measurements and plan time was not

There was big construction machines, parked blocking our view

We knew that there was change coming, what the heck to do

As our lives moved on that summer, as school was out for good

Our parents wanted us to work, not to just hang in the neighborhood

The new building, was having a grand super opening day of fun

It turns out that it is just a factory, but we don’t know what one

We filled out the forms, and gave our smile not knowing why

The onion factory is our job, and all they could do was cry