Some of the songs written by students whose first language is not English:

You cannot boil the water without heating the utensils,
You cannot break a rock without damaging the hammer,
To move the car gas has to burn,
To save someone from losing hope,
you need to give them chance to win.Aaaa whatadayh fuck me,
It’s ok, we go again,
Just a bitch day,
Cheap dopamines and stuff,
Finished strong.The black waters below the cliffs ebb and flow.
The sun behind the mountains is white and colorless.
The sky’s blood-red dyed the mountains red.
The light is strange.
Crowds of people run in all directions.
An abyss of water floods the cliffs.
Suspicious crowds flock to the supermarkets for rations.
Shadows in the woods cover the sky.
The sun is still white with terrible heat.
The air is scorched and twisted by the scalding heat.
The bamboo forest turns black.
Inked water engulfs residential buildings.
The fire burns. Screaming.
And I ran as fast as I could.
I was looking for it.