Stay Gold, Ponyboy, Stay Gold.

Asleep, He Looked A Lot Younger Than Going-on-seventeen, But I Had Noticed That Johnny Looked Younger When He Was Asleep Too, So I Figured Everyone Did. Maybe People Are Younger When They Are Asleep.

Suddenly It Wasn't Only A Personal Thing To Me. I Could Picture Hundreds And Hundreds Of Boys Living On The Wrong Sides Of Cities, Boys With Black Eyes Who Jumped At Their Own Shadows. Hundreds Of Boys Who Maybe Watched Sunsets And Looked At Stars And Ached For Something Better. I Could See Boys Going Down Under Street Lights Because They Were Mean And Tough And Hated The World, And It Was Too Late To Tell Them That There Was Still Good In It, And They Wouldn't Believe You If You Did.

Sixteen Years On The Streets And You Can Learn A Lot. But All The Wrong Things, Not The Things You Want To Learn. Sixteen Years On The Streets And You See A Lot. But All The Wrong Sights, Not The Things You Want To See.

I Have No Idea Why I Write. The Old Standards Are: I Like To Express My Feelings, Stretch My Imagination, Earn Money.

Mace, You Never Read Smoky The Cowhorse,did You? No. Well,ol' Smoky, He Had Somebad Things Happen To Him,had The Heart Knocked Clean Out Of Him.but He Hung On And Came Out Of It Okay.i've Been Bashed Up Pretty Good,mason, But I'm Going To Make It.