im late,
the guard is closing the school the gate.
i made it through finding my way to my class
religoues observation has started.

I'm standing without walking
i glance across the ground
see my proud school standing
string and proud

a small gust if wind
blowing across my face
at that moment
i felt somthing....something

inside me wanting to scream out
I'm a ZAHIRIAN and im **** proud of it