Sidewalk Chalk

I used to write on the sidewalk
About how I used to feel
I used all kinds of chalk
Until the rain needed to steal

By the morning my words were gone
It was like they were never there
But I liked it better than paper and crayon
The rain wasn't being fair

I still drew the sun and the sky
And wrote about my childhood
Not knowing when I'll die
Or where in society I stood

But it was positive being young
Not knowing everything going on
Lies not on my tongue
But now my youth is gone.