Songs of the Soul

Schwanke

It can't be the end

Not the broken heartstrings showing

Tears swelling

It shouldn't be so unhappy

This departure

But yet you look around, see the people

Hear their swan song of sorrow

Their broken mouths

Pressed together to hold back the sad

Never have the words

"There's no place like home"

Been more agonizing

It's not that we are so depressed

It's just that things will never be the same again

Never again will we pick up a random game of volleyball

-One that didn't turn out so well, right Aleesha?

Or take a trip downtown for feijoida

Or that pᾶo de queijo that we loved so well

Stuffing our faces

We can't share long-night chats

Or all-nighters for homework

Order pizza

Then regret it

When the clock strikes four

We can't surprise the other classes with our explosions

Singeing the hair off our arms

We can't dance like there's no tomorrow

Because tomorrow has already come