Walk through the open door

Once upon a time, in a dump of a school,
a exited, yet scared crowd awaits.
Looking at each other, standing as a fool,
"These are my new class mates."

A walk to new, unknown classrooms,
Inside, the future lies.
Inside, their young youth blooms,
new friendships arise.

The time passes, days go by,
weeks passes on.
The love, you simply can't deny,
now three years are gone.

And there we sit, hand in hand,
familiar faces we see.
Look at us, we are so grand,
Great, don't you agree?

A bittersweet celebration,
now is the time to go our own way.
It's time for a new location,
A new place, to start the day.

We can't hold on to everything,
stay in the same place forever.
Resist the temptation of spreading wings,
and fly away together.

Time cannot be beaten down,
It's our enemy, yet our friend.
The seasons will come around,
and the will finally end.

So, dear class of 2007,
Were the best, were just so cool.
And we will see each other up in heaven,
again, standing like a fool.

Goodbye, we say, and cry our tears
We split forever more.
But swallow your pride, let go of your fears,
and walk through the open door.