Walking out from the familiar hall
Seeing the same leaves fall
I’m relieved to relive the memories for one last time
To when we do nothing else but making nursery rhymes
Now you’ll raise your glass and we couldn’t be more proud
Saying “ we overcame those tall walls and yet here we are on our way to climb another one” far too loud
Looking into each other’s eyes, drunk from the sodas and new dreams
Holding breaths while giving out wry smiles, this is when tears come and break the seams
Everyone chimed in harmony, making peace
Or maybe giving some pieces,
Packing up with nothing but parting words,
“Think it’s time to scramble out into the world.”
“From here and the next, good luck. Good luck.”
“Pray we’ll be happy or at least swimming in million bucks.”
Like children when the school bell rang,
we’ll go home or gather up together again
Know that there is too much to thank,
Keep it to ourselves until then
