HOLDING
HANDS
IN
HISTORY
CLASS
I CAN'T LIE
TO YOU.
MY EYES STAY
FOCUSED
NO MORE
D A Y D R E A M S,
YOUR SPIRIT
MAKES ME
FLY.
THIS IS WHERE
I FALL ASLEEP
READING
TEXTBOOKS
IN HOPE
THAT I WILL LEARN
SOMETHING.
WE WILL LEARN
TO NOT REPEAT HISTORY.
THIS LOVE
WILL CREATE
WITH FINGER TIPS
OF FIVE SENSES
I FEEL YOUR
SOUL
RUNNING ALONG
MY THOUGHTS.
THESE SOLES WILL
BURN
FOOTPRINTS
ONTO BOOK CASES.
IT WILL PLAY
SHELF TO HOMELESS
HEARTS.
MY HEART IS
MORE AT HOME.
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