Just a young black harlem boy, going to a boarding school, who wants to put his writings out there.
The yellow school bus with the black wheels took sick children to school each day.
The yellow school bus with the black wheels was driven whether or not the sky was gray.
The yellow school bus with the black wheels went pass three streets and up a hill.
The yellow school bus with the black wheels was driven whether sunny or chilled.
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Missing someone isn't all in your mind.
It's all in your soul, your being, your heart.
When you miss someone you cant help but cry.
Because it hurts too much whenever you're apart.
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I hear the heart of my best friend,
And know it will never beat again.
The very smile that I adore,
Now makes me dropp onto the floor.
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In a world where dreams are reality,
And reality isn’t what it seems.
Where the sun goes down and the sky is bright,
And at the middle of the day as dark as midnight.
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