I close my eyes
But I still see
The future in disguise
And what I want to be
Laying ahead out of sight
But as to embark on this journey
I press hard my might
A sure wonder to my destiny
And as I begin to take the pace
I acquire knowledge on a hard stool
And now life as it is in this place
A mere prison branded as school
Beginning as a slave
Working all round the little world
With literally no time to save
But dare not utter a word
Our prescribed clothing, the thin linen sheets
The empty boxes we open everyday
This is just to escape the streets
And to the future, here is the only way