The halls
Full of life
Full of frenzy
Lonely bodies shuffle books and paper
While hiding among the crowds of foes

I hide myself
From bodies called "friends"
As I hold books I so fearfully dread
I wonder "what keeps us all from being dead?"
But all ponder stops in it's shoes
As a door opens
My dear, it's you

You stroll on in
You ignore my longing pleas
Just a glance is all I need
No one wonders why all stops
When you make entrance
Into this passage of teens

For you, dear, add something more
Than what the halls were before
As you light up the stream
Of hopeless people living in steam
You electrify the world
You calm the sea
Everyone stands still
As you pass through
The halls