Plaid jumpers squirm and itch, fidgeting piously;
The Almighty hangs above, immaculate
'Neath the roof of His universal abode;
A chorus of Mary Janes reverberates through the soul
His voices echoing "This is the bread of life..."

Ten years have passed since childhood Mass
And now my life's a game;
Though much improved 's my soccer pass
Still much remains the same.

And yet...

Sweating teammates stood together, passing stories round;
One walked in, a glowing girl, and cried a stresséd sound:
On counters, pills, pregnancy scares, missing youth and poetry.
Adulthood, with all its implications hit me then, and hits me now,
That not everyone so remains as we were,
Not even those I thought closest to me. jumpers squirm and itch, fidgeting piously;
The Almighty hangs above, immaculate
'Neath the roof of His universal abode;
A chorus of Mary Janes reverberates through the soul
His voices echoing "This is the bread of life..."

Ten years have passed since childhood Mass
And now my life's a game;
Though much improved 's my soccer pass
Still much remains the same.

And yet...

Sweating teammates stood together, passing stories round;
One walked in, a glowing girl, and cried a stresséd sound:
On counters, pills, pregnancy scares, missing youth and poetry.
Adulthood, with all its implications hit me then, and hits me now,
That not everyone so remains as we were,
Not even those I thought closest to me,
And, cry though I may, that will always be okay.