Some doors close but then others tend to open
And kids grow up and change
Most move on to big, grand plans
And they pay too much for their education
But that's all a part of the experience they say
The air is thick with dreams and hopes
And sticky with tears
Leaking from the corners of people eyes
The smell of ink is rich and wet
As the last thoughts of the year are spewed into clean pages
Little notes of inside jokes
And memories that have accumulated over the years
And then the day is done
The last bell echoes through the halls
And then they are gone
Shadows of their existence remain
But they will never return whole
But I'm still here
And I'm waiting
Waiting for my doors to open and close