My fresh years
Coming into high school, you think everything will be grand
life is in the palm of your hand
things are ¨happening¨ according to plan
but then there comes the very first day
nothing is even happening your way
you get here and everythings a big fuzz
students are walking around creating buzz
and your just confused
But for me when I was feeling down
and had no one to turn my emotions around
I got the help I needed the most
from a bright lady with eyes of the coast
She helped me and nutured me through my years of school
helped me obtain opportunities that were so cool
made get out of my big, huge fuzz
Now I was amongst my peers and apart of the buzz
so I thank her everyday for helping a freshman out
through these few yaers
with out a doubt
and I hope that one day I can help someone too
to become successful and thankful too
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