Back on Manhattan Circle

Childhood is calling.
Long summer nights out,
Catching lightning bugs.
Climbing trees.
Back on Manhattan Circle.

No problems ever occurred.
Playing all day.
Flying kites.
Making new games.
Back on Manhattan Circle.

The world was ours,
But we never left our backyard.
Few worries,
That popsicles fixed.
Back on Manhattan Circle.

New friends made.
Old friends kept.
Childhood s on.
We are all one.
Back on Manhattan Circle.