I went to her house just before midnight,
And when I arrived, I saw a light...

This pain, it hurts so deep in my soul!
I cannot heal; cannot be made whole...

She stand at her desk and gives us instruction
Through every verb, noun, and conjunction...

People look a me with such strange faces.
If only with them could I trade places...

It was a regular morning, a normal day
When the first plane hit and turned the sky gray...

You came into my life so gentle and meek
And gave it such meaning when it looked so bleak...

"My country tis of thee."
How sweet those words are to me...