When I walk down my driveway, I wonder.
Will my bus come my way so honored.
When I walk from class to class, I ponder.
Will I be able to pass as a scholar.
When I walk my way home I think.
Why didn't my bus come and pick me up.
When I walk through my doorway, I pray.
What my big brother will say today.
When I walk to my room I wait.
For my parents to come home soon.
When I dream while I sleep, I imagine.
I think of happy places far and deep,
So there will be no more sadness.
When I do my regular stuff, I wish.
That I will never give up on my list.
As I remember the days I had, i ask.
Will tomorrow be that bad.
Rachelle Allen