Staring at the rain outside the classroom window
The Symphony trickles agains the pane.
The constant blowing of air through the vent
a continuous reminder that I live in the present
Switching desks and rooms can bring a change
but still the atmosphere remains the same
The door opens and the door shuts
a new face with a different name
Images transforming on the TV screen
remind me of the vivid colors of my dream
The lights are out inside the room
as the loss of a friend continues to loom
The window’s shut the blinds are down
cracks in the shutters bring hope to this
desolate town
The walls around me stand tall
but you have become my wrecking ball
I take a step forward through the rubble
and leave behind my personal bubble
Showing love for you through action
may my service to you start a chain a reaction.
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