In the school of life you will learn the Shame,
You will find that your place isn't on the Earth,
In your schoolbag, some echoes of loneliness.
The shame is a jam which blushes and spreades,
As a magnet for stray laughs, jeers and smiles.
You will be the center of a giant world wide web,
The object used to unwind when other are bored,
The deposit of what they refuse in their house.
In the school of life you will also learn the honour.
No reason to shy away from this, you can enhance,
Being proud to give everybody a place and a chance.
The daring to think everybody born in the difference,
As a unique shade of a rainbow but not only a colour.
'Cause hair or skin can't mask that every hearts are red.