4 years

4 years waiting for one day
And it's almost here 
We will hear our name be called for 
Our time 
Spent in these halls
As we throw up our cap 
And watch it fall 
The memories of high school follow
As we walk down the path to success
Our future right there 
It's our time now 
To see what our generation can become
So as we shake each other's hands
And say goodbye to our friends
We know that this is not the end 
Not even close 
It's just where we begin


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