giggle
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Across an ocean of stars,
Above a mountain of garbage.
I'll show you the scars,
And my hollow of Solace.
Childish days begin to fade
As everything begins to change
And I cannot remain the same
My friends are becoming so strange
Obsessed with proving they're mature
And letting their youth estrange
All in all I'm pretty good
I listen and learn as I should.
But I'm far from mature
So you can be sure
That I'll giggle when you say touch wood.
I have seen him weep and I have seen him cry and I have seen him in the throws of victory and ecstasy.
Yet,
Yet I look at him now, broken and crippled and old.
And I see sadness in his eyes.
