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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