Between Books and Bells

La-da-da… la-da-dum…

She reads Coelho under her desk

Eyes full of stars, feet in worn-out shoes

Sketches dreams with pastel strokes

She asks the kind of questions

That silence the classroom air

And when the teacher stumbles, we

All burst out in laughter there

“Do you think… time has feelings too?”

We were stars in our own sky

Writing poems that never rhyme

Dreamers dancing in uniforms

Passing notes like valentines

We'd say the world is wide and wild

And we’re just getting by

But our hearts, oh they flew high

She sleeps through physics with a grin

Lunch break debates on fate and soul

Sharing cookies, spilling time

She’d say, “I think I’ll save the world,”

With glitter pens and stubborn will

And somehow, I believed her then

Maybe I believe her still

“Do clouds get bored of floating?”

We were stars in our own sky

Writing poems that never rhyme

Dreamers dancing in uniforms

Passing notes like valentines

We'd say the world is wide and wild

And we’re just getting by

But our hearts, oh they flew high

Maybe we’ll forget the facts and tests

But not how it felt to laugh like that

In the backseat of youth

Where everything felt true

We were stars in our own sky

Writing poems that never rhyme

Dreamers dancing in uniforms

Passing notes like valentines

So here’s to the wide and wild

Where dreams still learn to fly

And our hearts—oh they still fly

“I think... we were magic.”