As I walk to school in my attire
Hundreds out there are traumatized with dire
As I pace on each step I make
Hundreds fell asleep and will never awake
As I settle down in my cozy room
Hundreds out there have met their doom
As I take out my textbooks to read
Hundreds out there are in need
As I run out for recess, lively and free
Hundreds long for a good life they will never see
As I run back in, filled with thirst
Hundreds of others are in need of water first
As I ponder over the world
Hundreds shattered their lives like a pearl
As I regret on all I took for granted
Hundreds out there, whose lives were fended
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