Same Childhood, Different Ending

some memories were pure as gold a child hood made of dreams the walks amongst the greenest grass the paddling in the streams some memories I can't recall or have I blocked them out the times we sat upon the stairs to here our parents shout most days we laughed and played and ran most days we just got through I wish I could not feel the days of bruises, black and blue a happy childhood you and I the rest not worth the thought we're strong and wise, we lived and learned through harshest lessons taught now here I sit alone in mind no kindred sole to speak my childhood strengthened me so well but only made you weak the path you took was your downfall I faced it all head on our childhood memories all thats left I miss them now your gone