wake up james it s dark out stand your ground now use your will shape up they knocked you spark out every winter you fall still always looking inward never knowing who to be these things never matter when you re older you will see that it s easy to forget the moments that descend it s easy to forget the time mittens knitted for you kept together by a string football on a white field you could never quite fit in but it s easy to forget the moments that descend it s easy to forget the time memories through a window see him falling time again james