The Last Bell Rings

The hallways echo, the lockers stand still,

Our names carved in desks, they'll be there until,

The years sweep by and memories fade,

But today's the day we part the stage.

When the last bell rings, and we walk out the door,

We’re kids no longer, we’re something more.

With dreams in our pockets and hearts full of strings,

We wave goodbye as the last bell rings.

The football field’s empty where we once ran so fast,

The bleachers hold whispers from a golden past.

Caps in the air, flashes blind our eyes,

We say hello and goodbye under endless skies.

When the last bell rings, and we walk out the door,

We’re kids no longer, we’re something more.

With dreams in our pockets and hearts full of strings,

We wave goodbye as the last bell rings.

On these small-town streets, we’ll leave our mark,

Past the corner store and through the park.

But the echoes remain, both bitter and sweet,

In every crack of concrete under our feet.

When the last bell rings, and we walk out the door,

We’re kids no longer, we’re something more.

With dreams in our pockets and hearts full of strings,

We wave goodbye as the last bell rings.