Empty classrooms,
And the stillness in the air,
With these thoughts and dreams,
A paper, a pen, and this board,
We're all here, seeping in these words,
Sinking into the deep ocean,
With our heads held high,
We've all learned,
To let them pass by,
To let them throw us down,
So we can stand up again,
And they're all over us,
Sheltering us from the truth,
Life is hard and life is beautiful,
And they've held us together,
Brought love to our eyes,
Since when we've been able to say,
Nothing, we've said nothing that made sense,
And they've held our fingers,
Watched us grow,
Giving these years a new meaning,
Giving our souls a purpose,
Now I sit here,
In an empty classroom,
With a pen, a paper and this board,
I remember my days,
I remember the endless cries,
To get away from here,
To just run into her arms,
And here I am, sitting here..
With a pen, a paper and this board.
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