Days At the Lake
Middle of spring
The place we cling
The lake is warm
Right before the storm
We laugh as we all get pushed in
The warm water sweeps over out skin
They pick us up
And jump
We scream without knowing What is going on
We swim until dawn
We don't worry about what others think
The boys wont let us sink
They wont let us get hurt
They throw dirt
And we throw it back
Then we do a sneak attack
These are just our days at the lake
The days that will never shake
Never leave until fall
Not even if there was a brawl
These are our days
At the lake where everyone lay
This is our lake
And all the memories we make
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