I see you're all happy, I see all the glee
Most of you smile, we're finally free
The finish line's crossed, we've made it to May
Done with the freshmen that get in our way
High School's a ride, Hammond was tough
Sometimes it was a prison like our ankles were cuffed
Embarrassing moments like spilling drinks on our pants
Or the pressures of asking your favorite girl to the dance
It's been tough and I know, some just passed by a hair
Living sick with these classes and all we felt was despair
But it's cool since we made it, and not one of you gave up
From the fights to the couples and all the rumors we made up
Now spirit week was live, because we knew what it meant
That these were going to be the last few quarters we spent
Yeah in the real life it's tough, I think we're ready it seems
I hope and pray that each of you go and follow your dreams
I pray for millionaires, scientists, professional teams
Congratulations to you all, Class of 2014.
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