To Be Heard
Pictures of my past
Haunt me as they last
Conquer I must
For y future is what I trust
I have grown stronger each year
And finally college is almost here
Applications have been sent
And there’s no need to repent
For atlas I am accepted
And no longer feel decrepit
Mom and dad may cry
But I know these years will fly by
College is my chance to prove myself
I and me and try to be no one else
The past has no power to hold me back
For the future is now and I will no lack
Pictures of my past
Haunt me as they last
Conquer I must
For y future is what I trust
I have grown stronger each year
And finally college is almost here
Applications have been sent
And there’s no need to repent
For atlas I am accepted
And no longer feel decrepit
Mom and dad may cry
But I know these years will fly by
College is my chance to prove myself
I and me and try to be no one else
The past has no power to hold me back
For the future is now and I will no lack
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