Spring is waking up the world here, the end of school year. And as summer draws near I'm growing anxious still. Birds are singing in my backyard, So the sun can't be too far off. Painting the landscape with all it's golden rays. And this is the last summer we'll have all to ourselves, Before next year when we have to pack and move on out. No matter what happens, I'll miss the friends I've made in this town. And I wish that time would just slow down. I wonder what the future holds for me, it's terrifying honestly. So I guess I'll just wait and see if I survive.