High School is like a bittersweet symphony,
A melisma of continuously rotating sensational events.
The allargando rush of the school year to begin and to end,
Coming to a Caesura, repeating all over again.
Setting out into the new world, able to have an optional solo,
Standing up to peer pressure and what we believe in.
Among a divisi of different groups and classes
and suddenly pending together as a unison.
A molto of thrilling, exhilarating proms and electrifying dances,
and the dolcissimo of erupting stimulating emotion that is to come.
The tranquillo end while finally being capable to breath.
The time to capture the bitter with the sweet.
And now the rush of the enthusiastic sound.
The song ends with a numbness intact to the breathless notes.
We must all say goodbye.