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Att det kan vara så tungt när det egentligen är en sån lyckans dag. Så mycket känslor... Det är början på deras liv, men slutet på vår tid tillsammans. Så många minnen jag har med dessa ungar... De har lärt mig så oerhört mycket.
Alla lärare håller av tradition tal till eleverna under middagen. I år bad Karin mig att framföra något musikaliskt, så jag slog ihop tal med musik.
Den första sången tycket jag passar så bra till klass 3b. De skrämde nästan livet ur mig i början. Arga, buttra elever som hatade allt. Det var så man kände hatet i klassrummet. Men med tiden lärde jag känna dem allihop och insåg att de är alldeles, alldeles fantastiska människor, var och en. Vilka härliga diskussioner vi haft! Kanske är det detta gäng som lärt mig mest av alla på skolan. Ungarna har råkat ut för så mycket tråkigheter, flera av dem är så djupt ärrade, och det var precis det jag såg när jag mötte dem. Men inuti finns så vackra personer som kan ge världen så oändligt mycket.
Skin
Paint yourself a picture of how you wish you looked like
Maybe then they just might feel an ounce of your pain
Come into focus, step out of the shadows
It's a losing battle
There's no need to be ashamed
'Cause they don't even know you, all they see is scars
They don't see the angel living in your heart
Let them find the real you, buried deep within
Let them know with all you've got
That you are not your skin
And when they start to judge you, show them your true colors
And do one to others as you'd had done to you
Just rise above this, kill them with your kindness
Ignorance is blindness
They're the ones that stand to lose
'Cause they don't even know you, all they see is scars
They don't see the angel living in your heart
Let them find the real you, buried deep within
Let them know with all you've got
That you are not your skin
Skin
Paint yourself a picture of how you wish you looked like
Maybe then they just might feel an ounce of your pain
Come into focus, step out of the shadows
It's a losing battle
There's no need to be ashamed
'Cause they don't even know you, all they see is scars
They don't see the angel living in your heart
Let them find the real you, buried deep within
Let them know with all you've got
That you are not your skin
And when they start to judge you, show them your true colors
And do one to others as you'd had done to you
Just rise above this, kill them with your kindness
Ignorance is blindness
They're the ones that stand to lose
'Cause they don't even know you, all they see is scars
They don't see the angel living in your heart
Let them find the real you, buried deep within
Let them know with all you've got
That you are not your skin
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