Sitting in the classroom, fingers tapping against the desk, normal day, tired day

Bell rings, bags packed, stand up, out the door, normal day 

Talk around the hall, locker doors, something in the air

A voice rings out through the hallway, what did she say 

White Smoke!!! White Smoke!!!
This is not a normal day

White smoke, the meaning behind a puff of smoke, how is it so special?

Because it brings hope

This has all happened so fast 

We laugh, we grieve, we hope, we wonder

White smoke means that we have a Pope

A Pope

What makes a Pope so great? Why is he the one that knows, because doesn’t no one truly knows?

God knows, Jesus knows, they know, they helped choose

White smoke

The Pope leads the church, he is the voice 

White smoke means the church has a new voice

God chose a voice

White smoke, for some the first they’ve ever seen, for some it will be their last

White smoke, not black, not grey white

White means hope, peace, holy 

White is the color of the church

It means a new age

A voice rings through the hallway 

For a second my heart stops 

There is no feeling like this

History is in the making 

White smoke has risen

God has chosen