Walking To School
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On my way to school I didn't think about books,
didn't think about lunch, didn't think about my brother.
She saw me trip and I saw her laugh,
her smile picked me up, and now I'm falling again.

I wonder if you'ld have let me carry your books,
I'd be afraid to ask and you'ld walk away.
Should've learned by now a trip and fall's the same,
Free will's a risk, a choice made if not made.

On my way to school the choices weren't so easy,
but in retrospect I know what I should have done.
My, how I have grown, but the hindrance is the same.
What's the worst that could happen?  It's for things to not change.

I saw her trip and she saw me laugh.
I went up and asked, "Do you need some help with those?"
We talked a bit and I made her laugh,
she said I was witty like her boyfriend, Joe.

On my way to my car, you know when it rains it pours,
she was the cutest thing, and I just had to know.
I said, "I was thinking" and she said that she was too.
So we wen't for coffee, and tomorrow we're going dancing.
(Which is something I never do.)