Raise your glass to the sky, Hears to people we’ve lost and gained,
And ones we’ll never know by name. Bri chaneyfield
Bonds we’ve made and filled,
Memories forgotten but never killed.
Hears to things that brought us tears,
To hours spent creating fears.
To the people that stole our hearts,
And ones that ripped them apart.
Hears to year books, with stories to say,
The ones we hold tight, wishing to stay.
To the crowds surrounding the fights,
To cheers and chants drifting into the night.
Hears to second chances,
And junior high romances.
Hears to winning games,
That bear titles in our name.
Hears to nights spent studying for tests,
And others that made up for the rest.
To the things that took months to create,
And worries that came too late.
Hears to tears we never wanted to cry,
To the people and things we say goodbye.
To all the wild shit we’ve done,
That we remember to be the most fun.
Hears to letters we never signed,
Mistakes we’ve made get worse in time.
To relationships we live with out,
The crushes that we laugh about.
So now we put our glasses down,
No caps or tassels to turn around.
As our last few days, echo through,
We realize how fast, this year flew
We begin to move to a bigger place,
Leaving behind things we’ve faced
as the past three years rest a shore.
With hopes and dreams held high. To this I do propose a toast,
To the graduates I toast… Hears to the 8th grade class of the year
2004.
