Not a room full of
things like a
TV and posters
all over.
Not a cluster
of CDs and
DVDs on shelves.
I'd rather a
room that I
could excape
to.

A place where
peace and I are
one...

My ideal room would have to be...

A room of my own.

My senior year is coming to an end,
And now I must leave my friends.
Walking down the aisle on Saturday,
Before it seemed so far away.
I'm really gonna miss high school.
My friends, teachers and class were so cool.
Where does my life go from here?
On which road do I turn, and how do I steer?
I'm happy and sad at the same time,
Oh why must I walk down that line.
Things will change, and all good things come to an end.
So enjoy high school while you can, my friend!