In halls we roamed, our dreams held high and strong,
Each day a battle, pushing through the strife.
Now as we part, it feels so deeply wrong,
The end of this chapter cuts like a knife.
Lockers close, a symphony of finality,
Echoing the memories we hold dear.
No more will we walk these halls with vitality,
Leaving behind the laughter and the tears.
But in our souls, the fire will still burn,
The friendships forged, forever etched in our hearts.
Though we may stumble, we will always return,
To the moments that shaped us, these priceless works of art.
So here’s to us, the graduates so brave,
With tear-stained cheeks, we’ll conquer what we crave.