The day has come, it's finally here,
I get butterflies as they cheer,
The big eighth graders leaving at last,
We'll move on, but remember the past.
Walking with my class as parents smile,
As memories flash through my mind for awhile,
Walking has never been so hard, as I leave my school,
Pushing on, but feeling like I'm in a whirlpool.
Grade School, Remember me well,
On my short comings, do not dwell,
I feel hot tears,
As I hear the cheers,
I finally start to cry,
As I say my last goodbye.
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