The Hallways

We walk through these hallways,
During our teenage years,
Our memories hidden in the walls,
And school books in our lockers.

We walk through these hallways,
With a good friend to laugh with,
Someone who is there to lean on,
And always there to cry with.

We walk through these hallways,
Our futures set in our mind,
Remembering our dreams and goals,
What we want to be when we grow up.

We walk through these hallways,
Counting down the days,
Waiting for that day in June,
When we will be set free from here.

We walk down these hallways,
Without a single thought in mind,
Of what it's going to be like next year,
When you're already gone.

No more walking down these hallways,
Friends will go in seperate ways,
And these hallways will always,
Remember all your memories.