High School

The voice of newness flows down these halls these ancient halls as they capture the voice chills flow down the walls as the voices of old are soon forgotten As the voice continues it lows, as it dances laughing out in glee as its forever victory the voice of old lays in the dust as it silently cries at being long ago forgotten as the voices come they go as well each leaving an impression or leaving nothing but dust yet there is always a voice a voice speaking or a voice laughing voices, all wanting to be heard