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There's a small girl with her backpack
Filled with textbooks out of date
Sings a new song every block
And gets to school about ten of eight

For each hopscotch on the school lot,
There's a wall that's tagged with names,
And heavy bars conceal the windows
Etched remarks detail the frames

One small bird flew away from this earth
Wings pushing so high
But looking down on that once fragile ground,
She's happy to be in the sky

O' How the sunlight burns the pavement,
As the sweat forms on her brow
There's some shade beneath the building
And the hydrant's open now

And as they line up from their recess,
Cracking sounds disrupt the sky,
And tiny holes as big as pennies
Mark the walls as children cry

And one small bird flew away from this earth
Wings pushing so high
But looking down on that once fragile ground,
She's happy to be in the sky