Jumps a mile out of the seat
As Teacher whispers 'wake up'
Falls back down, feels the bruise
Splayed endlessly, endlessly
Hard desk, shifting, little curl
Drooping across forehead
To hide, To hide, that nasty welt
When will it end? When will it END?
Trembling hands for such a small child
'I'm fine, I really am, I'm fine.'�
Same words everyday
Oh my heart aches for you child, sweet child
Eyes of coal, sputtered, burned out
Carelessly copying the blackboard
Teacher, Is it you I can trust?
When will it end? When will it END?
The indecision when there is just
Nothing left, nowhere to go, nothing left
Been there so long, oh, too long
Each time failure when trying to bail
'Please stay after class'�
Hates his life, Hates his skin
Forever hiding behind that
Skip and dance away from leather
Never dancing far enough away
When will it end? When will it END?
Stop the staring, stop the staring!
Conscious at last taking him in
Step into my embrace
Gentle now, ginger touch
Fresh tears of love, warmth
And sweet perfume
Teacher make it End
Teacher make it End
'Teacher make it END'�

'Here is a ball, go play while I make the Call'�

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