Graduation Week
Finally it is here
The one we have been waiting for all year
Graduation week
Oh, doesn’t that sound so sweet
The time for parties
The time to relax
The time to throw away the books
The time to start to pack
Graduation night is so near
I can almost hear the cheer
The cheer in the voices
As we sing out year 12 song
One last walk around the school
Trying to remember through the gloom
Of the highs and the lows
Of the happy and the sad
One last look as we walk out the gate
Of the place we called home for five years to date
Saying goodbye to friends, maybe for the last time
As the bell rings the last chime.
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