What these kids are hauling around

They feel stuck in a canyon,
But maybe they're the mountaintops,
Unable to see any higher,
Because their friends are hugging them so tightly,
They have nothing to test them,
No trials to push them further than they've ever been pushed before.

Never really sure,
Always treated like a warrior,
Their battles are victories or defeats,
When do we get to leave and chill,
On this hill in the neighborhood,
Nothing to you,
But to me, my mountaintop.

We're kids in this neighborhood block,
Carrying all of our troubles in the sacks over our shoulders,
Weighed down with heavy hearts,
But free flying through youth with lighthearted laughter,
And love.
Always loving,
Forgetting pain, heartbreak.
And falling back into love, remembering love.