When summer made its final touches On our far-from-senior-souls We packed bags and stuffed away memories
We folded away track t-shirts And cheer leading skirts We tucked away trumpets And color guard uniforms Pressed against the back walls of our closets Underneath a teal box Of all-but-blue memories
We reopened our backpacks Our boxes And our trunks To fill a room with newfound youth With untouched purpose
We created laughs Where there had not even been empty echoes Bound by immaturity Searching for our selves On a journey we had yet to even recognize
And it was about to be summer again When sunshine would spin our spirits
So we made some tears Over lost grades And missing friends Over newfound hope And uncertain tomorrow.