Schoolyard Shadows
written by Gary Marks © 1976 Arewea Co. ASCAP

On the faces of the children
is the very same confusion
are the very same reasons
why I gave up for so long.

Still the schoolyards fence emotions
try to teach them just to listen
imitate and not to question
til they become what they are told.

What good is listening
if it erases their reflection?

Sun casts shadows on the blackboard
red hand slowly whirls the seconds by
can you remember all the wasted time
separated from your soul?

Some of the deepest people I know
nearly flunked right out of high school
they were given up for fools
as they dreamed their dreams alone.

What good is learning
if it erases their reflection?

Some survive and become outcasts
some get tangled in the jungle
so unquestioning they stumble
too scared to ever look up again.

On the faces of the children
is that very same confusion
are the very same reasons
why I gave up for so long.

What good is learning
if it erases their reflection?
What good is learning
if it erased our sense of reflection?