Bus

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Music plays here in my head
But I must go to school instead
On the bus I must ride
No one here by my side
I am here by myself
Like books without a shelf
As the sun turns the sky green
I might finally be seen
Lost in the crowd
I'm afraid they are to loud
I cover my ears from the sound
Outside with the trees
Is where I wish to be
But no one will ever see
In this prison of bricks I wish to leave

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