By Ashley O’Hare
Far beyond the school yard
under the apple tree
lies a place to rest our heads;
a place to build our dreams.
We’ll imagine a life without money.
We’ll imagine a life without fear.
Nothing bad will happen,
as long as we stay here.
I wish we never skipped town.
I wish I never let you down.
Maybe if I had stayed with you,
all of our dreams would have come true.