EpilogueIt's a time to grasp tomorrow
And open your minds to forget the sorrow.
All those days are done
And all those pains are gone,
What's only left are memories
Of the days we've had fun...
Keeping the thoughts and emotions,
And embracing our creations
Is the exit to the entrance we've made
And to the painstaking actions we've laid.
Here upon we vow with great honor
For at last we have made it this far.
We're not given any prerogative to do such,
But see what we have made -- we reaped much.
The realm of learning is immense, unending;
And we've spared a moment of our lives
To know and provide solutions to what we're searching.
Here we are, standing in the midst of isolation,
Being a residual of the undying patience.
This point will serve as an indication of our efforts
That we haven't made it without others' support.
We vow, owe, and thank all!
WE MADE IT!!!
Threshold to High SchoolWe sought to open a new door
And to enter a room void of horror.
The stillness and gloom of the space
Obfuscates and clouds the path
To which we'd be able to triumph the race.
And yet we've had the courage
To struggle through, never outraged.
This would be the mark of our beginning
And perhaps not for others an ending.
So many adjustments in life
We, individuals, have to make
A new world we ought to face
And make life full of grace.
Fears and worries in our hearts
Caused us uncertain to go on,
But the encouragement from teachers and friends
Made us survive through.
Now, we are already grown ups,
Ready to face greater responsibilities.
With passion in our hearts,
We will continue our journey to... SUCCESS.