One For The School

I have blurred, blotted out memories
Rules I rued as confinements
Through the night and day, we learnt to pray
Mean scores awarded for assignments

Nothing was ever good enough
Some complains still a mystery
We learnt to pray, through the night and day
In the books we buried misery

The cliques and the bullies I avoided
Drama reeks in every page
Through the night and day we learnt to pray
Like innocent pawns on a live stage

The end was carved out from the beginning
Time did torture with a kiss
We learnt to pray, through the night and day
Naïveté is the sweetest bliss.

Vera