We were all great friends.
Past the wooden dock
the green lake spread out for miles
to another coast you couldn't see.
In the deep south, it was mid-afternoon,
the sun hot up in the sky.
Some were in the house sleeping it off,
some were in the metal boat fishing,
some on the dock listening to the radio announcers.
We had all grown up with each other,
going through life's great mystery and it's drama.
We nearly destroyed one another in its war.
And on this Independence Day, we celebrated,
though our time was short we knew.
We knew memories were to be made,
and we lived on the brink of nostalgia.
A red sun went down under the trees.
Like in early morning, our thoughts were free and clear.
Into the night, we made way for a new dawn.
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