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
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