Papers fly in the air,
students running without a care.
Teachers let out sighs of relief,
some students sit in disbelief.

People hug and cheer,
for the end of the year,
for the final day here,
of our high school careers.

Let the music play,
it's graduation day.

Spent four years growing,
not even knowing,
the impact on my life,
these people would make.

And with time ticking,
I find myself thinking,
I'm going to be missing,
these people I've grown to love.

But let the music play,
it's graduation day.

Time flies by us,
and for some, surprises us.
We grew to be a family,
whether we liked it or not.

And now we all move on,
slowly, we drift along,
like a lonesome song,
until we meet again.

So let the music play,
until we meet again,
and when we finally do,
we'll be a family again.