There
is a girl of just sixteen –
She
is no more than you or me –
She
has a couple Distant Dreams,
She
dreams and dreams and dreams and dreams –
Why
does she work so hard? – you wonder –
It’s
in her blood and raising, too –
Put
School first – don’t make a blunder
Her
parents said – that is the Rule.
She
works and works and works and works,
Holding
back her fireworks –
Put
School first – indeed she does –
In
front of everything she loves –
Her
fingers red – from ceaseless writing –
Her
heart is sore – hold back her lightning –
Her
lips are torn – from all her biting –
Stress
is growing, building, heightening –
She
has a map upon her wall
Labeled
places she wishes to go –
Wonders
if she’ll get there at all –
College
may be her only hope –
But
how does she get to college?
Good
Grades are what she dreams and needs –
School
is becoming less about knowledge
And
more about a degree.
Until
then her pen runs across
Her
paper laid down like the loss
Of
all hopes and dreams and happy thoughts –
Growing
old with age and dirty moss –
This
girl is tired, tired, tired –
As
she works and works and works –
And
she dreams, dreams, dreams –
She
dreams so hard it hurts –
But
don’t give up – she says –
Never
ever give in.
So
she prays and prays and prays and prays –
That
the Darkness will not win.
