• As with everything with a start,
    There is an end.
    We slowly depart.
    And sometimes lose a friend.
    And as the season change we can only hope.
    That those memories will stay strong.
    Hold through our time away.
    Hold through all summer long.

    And we are all different in ways.
    Some like to laugh.
    Some like to draw.
    Some are just boring on our behalf.
    Some are just strange.
    Some are really smart.
    Some like to do there own thing.
    Some like to just be apart.

    Though we all posses different qualities ,
    Maybe that's what makes us special as a class.
    A big group of different people
    There for the same reason.
    To pass.

    So let's make this last.
    These last few moments are everything.
    Let's make this best time yet.
    Let loose everything we have to bring.
    So don't say goodbye yet.
    This may just be the start.
    Of a new road we have yet to travel.
    Of road blocks and bumps.
    So kick up the gravel,
    There's a long walk ahead of us.