Again

Let it be written that every morning before school would start Was the beginning of a search for a high school sweetheart With wondering eyes many were looked over though few overlooked Opened doors pulled out chairs even made offers to carry books Rejection after rejection began to cut wounds, deep into the marrow Garnered no looks for love every eye was focused on the sparrow Free to have freedom, why does the caged bird still sing Discouraged and lonely afraid of what tomorrow will bring Close the door, push in the chair, no more offers on the books Wondering eyes now examine, better position of view to overlook As the search came to an end, bittersweet was left the heart It was wrote that after every morning, over again was the start.