Ugh. Being an eighth grade student in a huge middle school is a horrible thing. Large crowds, long lines, piles of homework and nasty teachers! But lucky for me, I'm più motley than anyone else. As I walk down the long beige hallway to my secondo period class, I see my BFFFL (Best Female Friend For Life), McKenna Winston. "Bree! Bree! I need te A.S.A.P!" My spunky blond pigtailed friend grabs my hand and runs towards the girls' restroom. "What the heck do te need McKenna? I need to get to class before-" I see Scrivere on the bathroom wall. McKenna reads it aloud. "Bree Komor and McKenna Winston were here." My mouth gapes in shock. "We-we-we- we didn't do this!" "I know." McKenna responds. "I have to tell the dean!" I start to run out the door but McKenna catches me. My oro stella, star collana starts to jingle on my purple strap-less camicia underneath a denim jean jacket. "No! Don't tell him! He'll think we did it!" Sometimes, I don't understand McKenna's logic and I know I will never use it. "Well what are we going to do? The campana, bell is about to ring in..." I check my silver watch on my left wrist. "Five minutes!" "Fine. I'll come with you."
After we tell the dean, he tracks down the person who vandalized the restroom wall. Meanwhile, McKenna and I walk to our successivo class. United States History with Mr.Thompson and Mr.Joyce. I sit in the far back corner. As for McKenna, she takes her studies very seriously. So she sits in the front of the classroom. "Morning ladies." Mr.Joyce greets us normally as any other day. Everyday, Mr.Joyce wears clothes that look like they were dipped in plastic. Mr.Thompson, however, wears a long sleeve camicia and tie. Compare Mr.Joyce and Mr.Thompson. Big difference. My rival, Raquelle walks in the room attracting a large group of people. Man do I hate her. I know she hates me back. How we hate each other? Long story short. She lied to me in the 5th grade about being my friend. Then things got ugly. I fix my droopy light brown hair into a ponytail. "There. I'm ready for class!"
After we tell the dean, he tracks down the person who vandalized the restroom wall. Meanwhile, McKenna and I walk to our successivo class. United States History with Mr.Thompson and Mr.Joyce. I sit in the far back corner. As for McKenna, she takes her studies very seriously. So she sits in the front of the classroom. "Morning ladies." Mr.Joyce greets us normally as any other day. Everyday, Mr.Joyce wears clothes that look like they were dipped in plastic. Mr.Thompson, however, wears a long sleeve camicia and tie. Compare Mr.Joyce and Mr.Thompson. Big difference. My rival, Raquelle walks in the room attracting a large group of people. Man do I hate her. I know she hates me back. How we hate each other? Long story short. She lied to me in the 5th grade about being my friend. Then things got ugly. I fix my droopy light brown hair into a ponytail. "There. I'm ready for class!"
People down every turn
Pain inside their hearts
A girl with scars on her wrists
A boy with a coltello in his chest
She hides in the dark
Wondering when the pain with end
He stands up to fight in defense
Only to get knocked back down again
She fights with her parents
They don't wanna support the child
She's left to fend for herself in the cold
Alone with the child
Do we see what we are doing when we say the things we say?
Do we see who we are hurting with the actions that we're taking?
What we need
Are broken families reconciled
We need hearts to mend, scars to heal and battles to end
We. Need. Love
To stand up for the broken
We. Need. Hope
To give a hand to the hopeless
We need the world to care.
What are we doing with the words we are saying?
Who are we changing
And what effects are they having?
Lets be the change.
Pain inside their hearts
A girl with scars on her wrists
A boy with a coltello in his chest
She hides in the dark
Wondering when the pain with end
He stands up to fight in defense
Only to get knocked back down again
She fights with her parents
They don't wanna support the child
She's left to fend for herself in the cold
Alone with the child
Do we see what we are doing when we say the things we say?
Do we see who we are hurting with the actions that we're taking?
What we need
Are broken families reconciled
We need hearts to mend, scars to heal and battles to end
We. Need. Love
To stand up for the broken
We. Need. Hope
To give a hand to the hopeless
We need the world to care.
What are we doing with the words we are saying?
Who are we changing
And what effects are they having?
Lets be the change.
When will this end?
Mass shootings
Terrorist attacks
Police brutality
They say it's just a gun control problem
They say it cannot be fixed
I say the problem is deeper
I say there is hope
When will this end?
Income inequality
Veterans living on the streets, penniless,
Dying da their own hands everyday.
They say this world can change for the better
But nothing has changed...
And I truly do fear
Nothing ever will
When will Amore start?
The giorno we offer a hand to the fallen
Instead of cringing back in shock
And running away
When will our world change?
The giorno we Amore too much to kill
The giorno others' pain is our pain
The giorno we act instead of just talking about it
"It's impossible"
"We're too broken to be mended"
"It's a hopeless battle"
I say, let us try.
Mass shootings
Terrorist attacks
Police brutality
They say it's just a gun control problem
They say it cannot be fixed
I say the problem is deeper
I say there is hope
When will this end?
Income inequality
Veterans living on the streets, penniless,
Dying da their own hands everyday.
They say this world can change for the better
But nothing has changed...
And I truly do fear
Nothing ever will
When will Amore start?
The giorno we offer a hand to the fallen
Instead of cringing back in shock
And running away
When will our world change?
The giorno we Amore too much to kill
The giorno others' pain is our pain
The giorno we act instead of just talking about it
"It's impossible"
"We're too broken to be mended"
"It's a hopeless battle"
I say, let us try.
It’s the color of you
te always wore it
It’s the color we shared
As we hid form them
With it we showed our true selves,
Though no one cared
Our arancia, arancio book bags
Saved us from some pain
We protected each other
But it wasn’t enough
We were like two arancia, arancio crayons
When everyone else was green
Then te left me alone,
All I had was our color orange
As they hit me
I took peace in knowing
te were in the arancia, arancio field in the sky
te always detto was there.
The arancia, arancio of the sun set
Is your smile
Even though te left too soon
Orange…
Now it’s my color
My way of remembering you
Now I am the lone arancia, arancio in the rainbow
Without te here
I protect my own
Though I wish te were here
Now arancia, arancio is my color
A color for te bravery
A color for my survival
arancia, arancio will forever be our color
Even though death took te away
Forever arancia, arancio for you,
Sweet Cassidy.
te always wore it
It’s the color we shared
As we hid form them
With it we showed our true selves,
Though no one cared
Our arancia, arancio book bags
Saved us from some pain
We protected each other
But it wasn’t enough
We were like two arancia, arancio crayons
When everyone else was green
Then te left me alone,
All I had was our color orange
As they hit me
I took peace in knowing
te were in the arancia, arancio field in the sky
te always detto was there.
The arancia, arancio of the sun set
Is your smile
Even though te left too soon
Orange…
Now it’s my color
My way of remembering you
Now I am the lone arancia, arancio in the rainbow
Without te here
I protect my own
Though I wish te were here
Now arancia, arancio is my color
A color for te bravery
A color for my survival
arancia, arancio will forever be our color
Even though death took te away
Forever arancia, arancio for you,
Sweet Cassidy.