The Fifth Grade High

FIFTH GRADE HIGH

Cold floor, morning light hits the school gate,

Same road, but it feels like a new fate.

Fifth grade footsteps echo through the haze,

Another year written in our hallway days.

New class, new air, but the bond stays tight,

Three shadows walking through the neon-white.

Didn’t think change would feel this right,

Something in my chest says “hold on tonight.”

Books in our hands,

Heartbeats loud…

Feels like we’re stepping

Into some new crowd.

Fifth grade high—

Hear the echo of our names when we pass by.

Moments fade—

But the memories hit like city lights.

Side by side,

Gil, Keylan, Jeremy—we never divide.

This is our time,

Welcome to our fifth grade high.

Yeah—

Three seats in the back row, that’s our vibe,

Running down the field like we’re alive.

People talk big, but they don’t see inside—

We’ve been locked in since day one, same stride.

Late nights, homework, calling just to joke,

Trying not to stress, but the pressure still spoke.

No fame—just friends, and we still won’t hide,

If the door’s halfway open, we push it wide.

Keylan:

Take it slow…

Even when the days feel heavy.

Gil (echo):

Heavy… heavy…

Keylan:

If this is the start,

Then yeah—we’re ready.

Fifth grade high—

Hear the echo of our names when we pass by.

No rewind—

Only forward like a sunrise through the blinds.

Side by side,

Gil, Keylan, Jeremy—never divide.

Hold the line,

Welcome to our fifth grade high