You think you’re having fun, you’re fooling around, it feels so good with your feet on the ground.

He had no one to play with and he was alone in the park, but there’s a reason your Mum says come home when it’s dark.

The big kids come out with their bottles and cusses and us little wusses we fear their presence, we learnt our lesson that night when the sky turned to black and since that day we’ve never gone back.

Bare feet on the dirt, cut up by the glass, we slipped over silly in the puke on the grass.

The teens were drunk, rambunctious and cruel and the next day we felt the aftermath when we were at school.

It was all fun and games till someday got hurt and that night it was us when we were pushed in the dirt.