A day of Class
As the silent bell rings
The fear creeps back in
As we listen for the king
Not knowing how it will end
As he walks in
We all see the shadow
Concerned and written
Not knowing bout tomorrow
As the day finally ends
We all seem to breathe
As our hearts start to mend
The decisions for today are finally set free
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