As you scratch the pencil on your page
Do you think of those without
Those who seemed, held in a cage
When you start to write your spelling test
Do you think of those without food
On a never ending quest
When you tell the teacher your final mark
Do you remember those who wish for school
Who wish for laughing and playing in the park
When you pick up you backpack for your next class
Do you think of those who lose everyday
Their parents, sisters and friends who pass
You pick up your pencil to write once more
Don't start yet, just think of
Those who have never gone to school before.
