The Next Step
Five, four, three, two more months until we spread our wings
and fly. One chapter of our life ends as the next begins.
The laughs, friends, tears, and enemies all become
things in the past. We walk across the stage,
shake hands, grab our diplomas and
throw our caps in the air. Excited, yet
scared of what is to come. Moving
on from the last thirteen years of
our lives. Going our separate
ways. But there is one thing
we will never forget-- Once
an Eagle, Always an
Eagle.
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