Another fall day

The ringing of bells

The sweeping of brooms

She sits alone outside of the room

The class is all gone

Her friends went away

Four several more hours she’s forced to stay

The teachers don’t like her

All but one

He sits with her till her mother’s work is done

They talk about home

And talk about dreams

And in the future all the great things

He says she’s shy

She says she’s scared

Always wishing she wasn’t there

He ask her why

A crying reply

“Sometimes I wish I could just die”

The teacher is silent

His eyes on the girl

Now his mind is caught in a whirl

When her mother appears

He takes her aside

And tells her the things the girl tries to hide

The ringing of bells

The sweeping of brooms

She sits alone outside of the room

A bruise on her arm

And black on her eye

Trying her hardest not to cry

Her mother was angry

She can’t get away

She repeats in her head she wants to escape

The teacher sits down

Next to her books

And tries his hardest just not to look

His words they mean nothing

They just fade away

Another lost soul, another fall day