My Old Schoolhouse
There it stands...my old schoolhouse
Drinking in the beauty of nature
Around it..big, strong trees grow..
And the creepers..creep high on the dull grey walls.
The compound..the compound is to be seen
With colorful wild lilies; growing about..
Maintaining the very mood of the day.
I see myself again;
As the young sixteen year old girl I used to be..
Walking hand in hand and laughing away
At the knownless world ..with my best friends
Digging our feet into the white sand, with nothing but true innocence dancing in our eyes..
Never dreaming of ever parting away ...
A thought softly hit me in the heart..and back to reality I came again
Smiling to myself, I once again made my way back ..back to the wonderful life that waits for me..
Drinking in the beauty of nature
Around it..big, strong trees grow..
And the creepers..creep high on the dull grey walls.
The compound..the compound is to be seen
With colorful wild lilies; growing about..
Maintaining the very mood of the day.
I see myself again;
As the young sixteen year old girl I used to be..
Walking hand in hand and laughing away
At the knownless world ..with my best friends
Digging our feet into the white sand, with nothing but true innocence dancing in our eyes..
Never dreaming of ever parting away ...
A thought softly hit me in the heart..and back to reality I came again
Smiling to myself, I once again made my way back ..back to the wonderful life that waits for me..
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