People go there whole life's woundering if they fit in
Being reminded that there is no place for them here on earth
Were do they find love in this world of hatred
Deep down in there souls
Were there is nothing but love and faith
Walking with there head down as they pass through the halls
Won't show there face's
For they flod like a river
The rapid's are they bullies
The stone's at the bottom are those being pushed around
But when it's there time to go
They will look up into the sky and realise
The game's over.
