No sunsets, no clear dawns
A kneeling sky, an empty lawn.
The moon, a shade of lonely grey,
Hundred children, nothing to play.
Every morning, we wake up to plight,
So we’re taking the bus tonight.
There’s an ocean, but no water
There’s a mother, but no daughter
A nest where no bird resides
A beach where no waves collide
But all gloom will run out of sight,
When we take the bus tonight.
We eat the food, we do not cook,
We run through streets, we do not look.
We laugh a lot, we smile a little,
We cry seldom with hearts so brittle,
But the mind is strong, brave if you’d like,
Mountains, rivers, look alike.
The rain comes in big drops,
We chase the cars in flip flops,
No one could now slash our kites,
Because we’re taking the bus tonight.