Ward 
 
Sitting ‘round, marking time 
On the streets, in the parks 
In our house, in the yard. 
 
Strolling quiet over meadows 
Holding hands, singing songs 
Gazing at clouds and the dying sun. 
 
Cruising through the maze of night 
Stars up high, so’s the moon 
City lights guide us home 
 
All the seasons come together 
In our eyes, in our smiles 
What a time, what a life. 
 
No concerns and no denial, 
Nothing to worry or fret about, 
Handsome boys and pretty girls: 
 
Their days come armed with splendid fire 
For in our hearts we are all  
Handsome boys and pretty girls 
 
The morning light finds us together. 
We wake up here, we wake up there 
Rise up high, Rise up light. 
 
We don’t learn to fear each other 
This is how, this is why. 
We don’t hide, we don’t cry. 
 
No expectations to slow us down 
Nor questions holding back our lives as 
 
Handsome boys and pretty girls, 
What a dream, what a thought: 
If we could just be who we are, 
Handsome boys and pretty girls.