Education on the walls

Education.

It's what we need to succeed.

It's what this world has come to to grow.

It is a piece of paper in the distance.

A diploma as you will, waving in the air.

Graduation hats flying down by the toss of your wrist.

Isn't there more to school than this?

It's the overall purpose of going.

The thought of succeeding, the thought of growing and evolving.

It's a time and place where we will get through the impossible.

We will be the future of tomorrow.

We are our parents dreams, of succeeding and believing.

We are the new beginnings.

The only one standing in front of us, is ourselves.

We can do anything we believe, and we will.

 

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