I will awake in the hour, to get up and take a shower.
walk to the bus, and read,
letting my ears hear nothing but noise,
But my brain not regestering it,
untill i get to the crowded place they call school.
Where i will walk, to class from class.
And be jostled and trampled all day long
in the crowded place they call school.
Untill a bell, registered in my brain, as an angel's song.
and to the noisy buses for the long ride home
where i will eat, do my home work and sleep.
What it's time to wake up
so i get up and take a shower
walk to the bus, and read,
letting my ears hear nothing but noise,
But my brain not regestering it,
untill i get to the crowded place they call school.
Where i will walk, to class from class.
And be jostled and trampled all day long
in the crowded place they call school.
Untill a bell, registered in my brain, as an angel's song.
and to the noisy buses for the long ride home
when i relize i will repeat the same, on the morrow
