Childhood was filled with watching elephants fly
A place where Simba liked to roar
I have never been afraid to touch the sky
When Alice could fit through small doors
As I grew up I learned not to cry over a blister
That there are things better than dreaming
Before I knew it I had a baby sister
Her little smile bright and beaming
Now I walk through a sea of 7th graders
I know everyone's name
It is sad that we will graduated sooner or later
With achievements that we all claim
I will continue to write and continue to erase
Until the it is finished and the words take place
A place where Simba liked to roar
I have never been afraid to touch the sky
When Alice could fit through small doors
As I grew up I learned not to cry over a blister
That there are things better than dreaming
Before I knew it I had a baby sister
Her little smile bright and beaming
Now I walk through a sea of 7th graders
I know everyone's name
It is sad that we will graduated sooner or later
With achievements that we all claim
I will continue to write and continue to erase
Until the it is finished and the words take place