I wrote this in the common room at school. I was feeling down and a bit lonely, and the words tumbled out without me thiking about it. Feeling a way i shouldn't feel In a place a I shouldn't feel it I shouldn't feel a way I can't Describe When I look at the tree That's planted outside Leaves are Brown Sky is blue Means much to me, little to you From the seat in this room To the window Outside It's where my hopes, my dreams They lie. This room is one of education I have a feeling A need to be free I have the freedom I want It's not what I need Let me stare, look, gaze At the tree. The colours, they scare me, Nature's Glory shown Nature's cruelty, when By the wind, they are blown. They spiral downwards Feels like me Except I'm in a way I shouldn't be.
