The life of a senior,

Is to be a great leader,

To be a role model for the younger kids,

But become an underclass man all over again,

But as of now for eight hours,

Ill have the power, 

To sit in each and every class, 

And learn and learn until at last, 

May will be here in the blink of an eye,

I guarentee that ill cry,

Ive known some of these people since PreK,

Its crazy to think that we're going our seprate ways,

Although its supposed to happen like this, 

One day we seniors will reminence,

This school that we used to rule.