A girl with sunshine gleaming onto her hairA boy with a shirt, and on it a hareI look outside at the cold, grey weather  And contemplate, ask myself whetherBetween their lips is a slice of breadThought by bought by the one who bred  And the boy offers a girl a pieceBut within sharing is there ever really peaceAnd the people talk and walk as they are allowed  But my thoughts from the lunchroom never come alive, never said aloud.  Who am I?I am a kid with a dreamA dream that is restrained by a kidBut ready to be set free