In the playground when i was young,

lots of gentle songs were sung,

Prince and princess,

kings and queens,

all who wondered who they could be,

doctors, scientists,

or a vet,

Fluttering visions inside their budding heads,

Gathering with friends,

to share their all mighty dreams,

Tho there were outcasts,

those who shouldn’t be known,

those who dreamed not normal,

aliens and ghosts,

the other kids despised them,

for they weren’t supposed to be seen,

i was just like them,

but they never see,

we were all labelled,

naughty, talkative and quiet,

a pleasure to teach,

we all wished to be normal,

we wished to be seen

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