Graduation Day

I may not be a senior, but I still go.

Partially because I have to, but I need to as well.

I look out across the football field at the graduates...

The same field we marched on every Friday.

The same field we forged bonds.

Bonds that'll be forgotten?

As for the seniors, I feel my heart break.

So many of them I was close friends with.

So many I still want to talk to.

So many I'm afraid will forget me.

The conductor raises his baton, and I try to focus on my music.

I hear all their names called.

And each one of our seniors, the band seniors,

Looks over at us.

And I know, that they'll remember each and every one of us.