Graduation MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

   I won't forget

Those cold cement steps

Watching those tassels hit the ceiling

Turning toward my friends

Crying out our memories and fears

Knowing how far we've come

Those people

They just don't give enough

Nine years of our lives

Handed to us

On a rolled-up paper

Handshake and goodbye

A picture on the wall

150 kids gathered with smiles of glory

It's not enough

We deserve more

I won't forget the days gone by

The times that remain a part of my soul

Like lights on a Christmas tree

I won't forget

Right here

Right now

The mixture of cologne and perfume

For once we looked beautiful together

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