Too little time.

Not enough space.

Everything is cramming in.

There's not one peaceful place.

The end of school is near.

Too late for worrying or fear. 

You're expected to be on top of your game.

Even when nothing seems to be clear. 

School calls for money.

The scholarships are suppose to make it sunny.

None are granted.

And now, they're looking at you funny. 

I pray to keep my mind strong.

I know this won't last too long. 

Once things fall where they belong.

I will sing my hallelujah song.