Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Going Our Own Way

As we throw our caps,
Our spirit fly.
Watching us,
Waiting for our last goodbye.
Crying that last tear,
For those we care.
Even though we say we will meet,
Thats just a comforting lie.
Walking along a dreadful path they call future,
Our 8th grade year is now over.

There is no return to what was then.
Unless we look back.
But a new world lies ahead. 
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