Ding ****! Ding ****!!
A bell sings, a bell calls
A moment waited for, expected but not now
Everybody wished.
A final moment felt sickly.

Like war, dresses pressed, pens are drawn,
And minds preoccupied with tactics.
Every student is lightened by worries
Of the bright morning sun, memories, soon to fade.

Memories fill the air,
Plights circulate their body,
Fear grasps their feet and their hearts bump
To dodge this moment
But they are destined for it.