The empty desk and the empty hall
Once filled with children but now no more
Now its time to say good-bye
I let out a big sigh and try not to cry,
I wish not to say this but if i must
Good-bye my friends. As the desk began to rust
The halls once filled with noise
And girls crushing on boys,
Sometimes its best to not say good-bye
Because that word can make anyone cry
Sometimes the sweet memories will be gone
But forever it will stay is that special bond.
As the door close behind me
The school i can no longer see
Now memories will fade
And new ones will be made.
