remember that feeling of walking to class and your belly leapt with an emotion?
"crap, run, or else i'm going to be behind!"
"great! the slack off class!"
"this is going to be tough, i better get my game face on..."
"(rolled eyes) a challenge, but i know i'll be better off..."
"life is over."
"i forgot to bring candy today."
"i wonder if we can sway her for a party on friday"
Today, on my final, rushed photoblog entry (1 YEAR!) this questions pops into my head, curious as to what the students on their way to Ms. Hunt's class think...
If they shoot me down to shut me down
Who will take my place?
If they bring an army into this town
Who will take my place?
If they rule this land and silence me
When I'm laid out with injury
When my words won't matter anymore
Who will take my place?
Revolution you are not my hope
Who will take my place?
There are flowers painted on these stones
Who will take my place?
When the silence of oppression dies
Overheard beyond the battle cries
Are the words of final compromise.
Who will take my place?
When the dogs of war are on the land
Who will take my place?
When you forfeit life to take a stand
Who will take my place?
When the dreamers fear the simplest thoughts
When the bloodshed takes all that you've got
When this world's an empty creaking floor
Who will take my place?
If they rule this land and silence me
When I'm laid out with injury
When my words won't matter anymore
Who will take my place?
Who will take my place?
-
The Duhks
