First door opened freshmen year
Holding onto some power
Just as a new flower
It’s what I held dear
That door closed
Opening anew
Second, sophomore year
Gaining a little more
No longer a spot on the floor
My eyes start to clear
That door closed
Opening anew
Third is junior
Having more at last
My future coming fast
Now learning those years
That door closed
Opening anew
Fourth the best, senior
Having the power of my life
Working through out that strife
Leaving my mark as a winner
Closed the old, opening anew
It’s the door to my life
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