RISE OF 4-16

by Amir Riveroll   May 13, 2009


We may have started off as just a dream
now here we stand taking it to the extreme
A class composed of champions and squabble linguistic fighters,
our lingual skills shaping a class charmed with exquisite writers .
With each unique soul, we truly strive to be the best,
An outstanding crowd that would never settle for less.
Although we may have been rough on the edges, and once considered the foe,
We were viewed as being a dangerous mine field just waiting to blow.
But in reality were just strangely unique.
One heart one beat were everything but weak
Of course there have been failures and actions unwise
Now we stand a more determined group, blood thirsty for second tries.
Each holding the will of a warrior fighting our own battles
Standing firm defending our castles
Take a good look, A class of intellects and devoted artiest,
Strong minded individuals perfecting every craft imaginable and this will never cease.
The tables have turned Take a good look at us now and really you will become the student,
Sit down take notes and do not be prudent.
Instead realize the magnitude of our well educated and most fine intents,
I promise you your money has been well spent
With knowledge and experiences we are true wonders of the world,
A different eye and different shoes to fill we are all exceptionally well twirled.

One day we will rewrite the history books
So take a good look believing us is all it took
Through all the fuss and fights, strong we stand
Soon with our diploma in our hand,
It may have taken a countless tries
Our hearts soon sadden with goodbyes.

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