Here I am once again, Sitting in this gloomy and dull room,
Cramped like a jelly bean in a jar, With a million others in it, No money, Means no power, I can only do but, Hear the laughs of the children become, Like an echo fading in the distance, Oh my, what was that? Once again that loud roar startled me, But why? My ears should be used to that petrifying shrill, I cannot imagine that one day, Oh one day, That weapon, That we have all come to know, Will someday change my fate, Here I am once again, Glimpsing out my window, To see young boys, Passing their lives away, Sitting on those gray, Broken down concrete steps, Singing brusquely about their hatred, But they are not to blame, Life changed their benevolent hearts, Here I am once again, Oh how I wish I could have been, An intelligent, Useful, And polite woman, One day I will try, But until then, Here I am once again, Looking at our future, But I still see nothing.
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