"High School Halls"
This is what we do,
Climb up,
Climb down,
Walk back and forth,
We shuffle and hustle,
‘Till the final bell sounds.
We bump,
We run into one another,
And sometimes we trip and fall.
Principle hawk stands there watching,
As the couples in the hall,
Just keep on passing.
We slave,
We toil,
We work day and night,
To scratch up a merger earning,
In this rollercoaster called life.
But we strife,
We fight,
And we keep on searching,
For some kind of hidden hope,
That in our future is lurking.
This is our job,
This is our prison,
This is high school,
And we’re who they let in,
Stranded souls looking for reason,
To continue on to gain some meaning.
So just keep rushing,
Keep fighting,
And trying,
To make the grade,
Because tomorrow is all that matters,
And tomorrow starts today.