I'm sitting in a rocking chair by the window,
Staring at children playing with much joy,
Remembering the old days when I was like them,
Playing nice like I'll never have blonde hair, or
by walking with crutches, time really flies.

I'm sitting in a rocking chair looking upstairs,
Staring at young man who plans to escape,
Remembering the old days when Mr told me to escape
By telling my mom I'm going out with my cousin...