Note: Once again, this is written as it's meant to be spoken/performed. Follow the beat in your heart :) 

Just Kids

Mat Kearney

I can feel it in the way we try
I can feel it in the way we fight
We're standing side by side
Like we were just kids

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5:

Five years old
I was listening to the radio
When my mother called my name
But the melody was soft in my ear, they eased my soul, even then I knew
This was the beginning, the world and its colours, never the same

We met in kindergarten
She stood so pretty in the garden
Flowers in her hair, angels everywhere
When she opened , like the gods taught her to sing
And me, trying to be,

Running, tripping, shoving,
Anything to be seen

I caught her eye and it lit a candle
Her smile was more than I could handle
She called my name
And my world was never the same

The teacher called me wild
My parents called it being a child
Her parents called it all of the above
But I called it being in love

13:
Thirteen years old
Still listening to the radio
Beyoncé, Rihanna, it was the American dream
Their confidence, beats and the rhymes how perfect it seemed
I learned to sing, I learned to play
Learned to say what I wanted to say

I built a barrier twenty feet thick
But she waltzed in like it was hers to break
We sang, danced, music moved our world
Fierce, ferocious, harmonious
It struck my soul!
Our resonance!

They told me that someday I'll be a star
I picture myself lighting up the stage, her by my side,
Making art, we'll never part
She as my angel, I as her bard

They laughed at us too, gritty smiles
Venom in their beguile,
Words attempting to shatter
Bounced off our armour, into the gutter
Their world's so damn small
Couldn't even stand along those cramped walls
them, I said
Forgive them, she said

18:
We swept every stage with music as our wings
Talent, passion, and soul: second to none when we sing
They told us we'd be stars, but there was just a catch,
A couple, in fact,  
Countless, to be exact

How can I put this?
Our voices are great.
It's just me
Who didn't fit.

Hell.
They tried to tear us apart.

She was a work of art: fair skin, bright eyes, soft at the edges, shy smile and all
Her little dimple drove them crazy, a minor note in her perfect symmetry
At the very least, they called her pretty

She was the brilliant sun and I was the moon in her shadow
Hollow craters all around the edges
As I dredged up my dignity for the shallow bastards
Nothing I did was never enough.
.

I pushed her away when I became her ball and chain  
I told her to go, don't blow these chances in vain
Music was her soul, as much as it was mine
And she was divine! God she was divine!
The world needed to hear her,
I just wanted to be near her,
So quietly I sighed
Never told her how much I cried

Even then she refused to go
Bless her golden soul
She held my hands and kissed me hard
You can't give up, she said, look where we've gone
Look where we were, imagine where we'll go,
There's no dream unless we're together
The places we'll go,
The stages we'll sing,
The people we'll be
There's no place to go,
Nothing to do
Unless
I'm
With
You

23:
Twenty-three and I'm singing free
The radio plays, she's swaying with me
We hum our song and the mirror in our eyes
Reflect the history, the memories of our trials inside

We carved our place on every stage,
Painted our souls with every note,
We bent the spokes, we smashed the cage
We learned to love, we found our way

She holds my hand as the curtain lifts,
I hold her eyes and smile as my heart shifts

Together we step into the light
Together we make our familiar flight
Just me and her, the love of my life
Nothing
Could feel more right

END