Do you remember the first day back, in September,
When we first called ourselves seniors?
Watching and waiting,
Itching as the clock ticked.
This day seemed so far away,
But really it was quickly approaching.
It got closer with every laugh we shared,
Every hair we pulled from stress,
Sometimes we didn’t think we would make it,
But here we now stand.

We will always remember those who stood beside us since the beginning;
Some we’ve lost along the way and some have joined us as we went.
And though this ceremony is more for our parents,
This diploma is for us.
We are the graduates of 2013,
We are the memories of our high school years.
Somehow this piece of paper represents everything we’ve learned,
But the yearbook captures what it means to have been a high school student.

We worked ourselves to the bone,
We cried with blood, sweat and tears.
And now all our hard work is paying off.
The future is here.
It’s finally our turn,
The time has finally come.
And as we march out with tears in our eyes,
And say final goodbyes
The last thing I want to say is:
Well done, graduates.