[Verse 1 – The Youth] O Keeper of the corridor divine, Whose clipboard holds my fate in hand, Grant me leave from this rigid line, To cross, not flee, but make a stand. [Verse 2] She leaves today—her locker bare, Her presence fading like a song. She walks the stairs; I sit and stare, Each second stretched, each moment wrong. [Chorus – Offstage, Cold and Bureaucratic] The bell is truth, the rules are real. Emotions pause for no appeal. [Verse 3 – The Youth] I do not beg to skip or roam, But seek one moment near the stair. To speak the words we carved in chrome, To kiss her once, with quiet care. [Verse 4] Not like a film, or shallow dream, But as a soul who knows his loss. She leaves this life, this shared routine— And I remain, nailed to the cross. [Chorus – The Chorus, Unchanged] There is no form for last goodbyes. Time keeps its pace, and love it tries. [Verse 5 – The Youth, Rising] Even gods have wandered far To hold the ones they could not keep. Why must I be bound to spar With policy, while others sleep? [Verse 6] The tests will wait. The grade can drop. But hearts do not retake the test. Let clocks and classes briefly stop, And let a moment do the rest. [Bridge – The Youth, Voice Breaking] I won’t defy. I’ll sign your sheet. But grant me mercy, just this once. To kiss her hand, to feel her heat— Not as a child, but not a dunce. [Final Chorus – The Chorus, Softened… Slightly] The rules are stone, yet hearts are flame. Perhaps, for once, we take the blame. [Coda – The Youth, Quiet] And if you don’t—I’ll sit. I’ll write. I’ll mark the date and wear the mask. But you will know, deep in the night, You turned down love. You failed the task.
