I hear the merry bells of Graduation
Which for others mark seperation
And to others a time for celebration
Well it all depends on our intenton
To a dawn of a new age we now face
Life's just started its' longest race
though we cut the first lace
Our paths will now be our ace
Our high hopes and dreams meant to be reached
Our destinies our hands have sketched
Through careful guidance we've been led
Remember we must, this tavern where today is held
Today rejoice must the air be filled, exhale solitude
For today we must declare our extensive gratitude
