The End
Goose bumps rise upon my back as I walk.
Exiting the world I once knew, leaving.
I need to open my mouth and talk.
Trying to start something new by achieving.
Oh, how sad to see them all leave and go.
Holding one another in their arms.
Now it is our time to live and grow.
Always holding on to our good luck charm.
Like a bird flying away from its nest.
Looking for a new home to land in.
You will go east and I will go west.
Going to a new place to start, begin.
When I look up I see their green gowns,
And the tears from their faces’ run down.
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