DROP-OFF LINE

Every morning starts with a sigh and a groan, In the carpool lane, feeling so alone, Amber’s in the front, with her heart held tight, Elina in the back, ready for the fight. I can't walk her to the door, no, they say no way, So I'm stuck in this line, every single day, Oh, the drop-off line, it's her silent scream, this drop-off line nightmare, like a bad dream. Elina's waving from the back, "Mom, what's the deal?" While I'm stuck behind a steering wheel, this is so unreal, The principal's out there, with a megaphone, "Keep it moving, folks," as I sit and groan. I can't walk her to the door, no, they say no way, So I'm stuck in this line, every single day, Oh, the drop-off line, it's her silent scream, Caught in this nightmare, like a bad dream. If I could walk her to the door, we'd be in and out, But here I am, with tears of doubt, The teachers smile, but I see their glee, As they sip their coffee and laugh at me. I can't walk her to the door, no, they say no way, So I'm stuck in this line, every single day, Oh, the drop-off line, it's my silent scream, Caught in this nightmare, like a bad dream. So here's to Amber, with a heart in pain, Stuck in the carpool lane, feeling the strain, She'll survive this line, but it hurts to know, That she's just a clown in their daily show.