We dance and played chasing those grey skies away; a class of 46 made strong by unbroken bonds..
But what happens when these birds go their separate ways?
Do they cry, sing, or do other things
They leave home fragile and sometimes broken, Then come back mended and strong
From glass to diamond;
Should I ask for that chance?
Will I be burned up like an old straw mat?
Will we ever get that first dance?
Or will I be left alone with my raggedy hat?