While growing up,
Kids stranger than others
Would get together to plan games
That no one else would
For all of their time
Together they figured
New ways to relate to each other
For French was no good
It was just that kind of season
Summer vacations with our hearts in red sand
And it was just for that reason
When we got together,
We knew who was asking the questions
Answering questions with smiles,
Giving questions as answers
