TOO SOUR

Speak to me of coy classrooms
Where memory fails to recall,
Or remember an awkward incident 
That did no good at all

Before life and death converge
Into the steady horizon afar
Tell me of a joy you know
That too soon went too sour 

There's a language in the wail
Of every infant's song
An appeasement in the tears
Of every human born 

Children past childhood, behold
Look closer at life's mirror streets
Where several reflections wander
Searching for experiences to meet

Let's meet them sometime at ease
And be an experience, good or bad
Lonely is just a state of mind,
A phase that we've all shared