By Laalaai Tausa, Year 8
The first verse and chorus of a song written in a Lyric Writing Workshop with Lisa Tui.
The rain drips onto her head
Holding the wet newspaper she read
Wrinkled clothes and scruffy hair
She got a bus ticket to absolutely nowhere
Cos she’s all by herself
And she’s got a way to get herself out
And she’s got no place that she can call home
Cos she’s all alone
Yeah she’s all alone
© Laalaai Tausa and The School for Young Writers, 2018.