At Our S-C-H-O-O-L.

Early morning, sunburn,

Or what you know as prayer.

Every day a new lesson to learn,

But one arm distance is the dare.

At our S-C-H-O-O-L.

To form perfect lines as we,

Climb up the stairs, our misery

Is what you don't see.

We start our day early.

At our S-C-H-O-O-L.

English, Math, Socials and science,

Languages, we will all die.

Next to friends we sit in silence.

And for new excuses we lie.

At our S-C-H-O-O-L.

We join crying and leave sobbing

Making memories in the middle

Mid the chaos and other things

It is all suh a riddle.

At our S-C-H-O-O-L.