Through The Years

These last four years that we've been through
So much has happened, we're long overdue
To go back and take a very good look
And flip through the pages of our old yearbooks

On that first big day, as we walked through the hall
We felt out of place, like we stood out from all
Feeling nervous, apprehensive, and a little off pace
We met our new classmates, at last face to face

As underclassmen we were restricted as to
The places we went and the things we could do
But as we got older we found something new
We discovered ourselves and adopted fresh views

As upperclassmen, we began driving to school
We received more privileges; we bent the rules
We did homework in groups and studied together
And slept through classes that dragged on forever

Our senior year began with college applications
And we started looking to wards graduation
As a class we developed a unique senior style
Playing sports, hanging out, and studying all the while

As mentors we helped the freshmen adjust
To a new lifestyle and gave them someone to trust
Now leaving them behind, we hope to stay in touch
Throughout a lifetime that will change so much

The time has come to go our own separate ways
As life stretches out before us like a maze
The future is out there, beyond our small scope
While the years to come shine brightly with hope