We Are Honoured (Version 1)

For Ms. Stancil's 5th period English Honours Class, both Semester 1 & Semester 2. Always remember... we are honoured.

we are honoured

 

beyond all belief

we are honoured

through the grief

 

she’s passing notes

he’s whispering

the teachers grading papers

we’re all singing

 

we’re all singing

our very own songs

each different and unique

of dreams so prolonged

 

we’ve got a word

we’ve got a say

we’ve got an opinion

that is shown everyday

 

we enter class

and sit upon desks of old wood

that have timeless stories to tell

desks that for long years have stood

 

upon a dirty floor,

as old as the desk itself

reading books that lie aimlessly

upon a high bookshelf

 

a girl writes poems

while contemplating discussions

of historical occasions made by leaders

who ended up with bad concussions

 

while a woman walks like a man,

bold and daring

with her hair long and happy,

who dares to sail to worlds by faring

 

those who cross those wide wretched valleys

those who climb those high held hills

those born to bring peace,

those born to work the mills

 

we are those

who sat upon chairs

high up into the sky,

climbing white ivory stairs

 

we are honoured

beyond all belief

we are honoured

through the grief

 

we are honoured

and called from the sky

reaching for the stars,

aiming way up high

 

and into the sky,

into the sky

way up there,

way up high

until dusk turns to dawn,

‘till we’re out of here

far from cruel reality

far from the fear

 

we are honoured

‘till we die

we are honoured—

so reach for the sky

Author's Note

As always, your opinion is valuable to me. Priceless...