In the echoes of our shared laughter,
Between the lines of chalk and dreams,
We find a world, a quiet chapter,
Where time is woven in our seams.

Beneath the whispers of the ceiling fan,
We scribble hopes on paper planes,
Crafting futures no one else can,
As friendship’s melody softly reigns.

Through every test and quiet sigh,
We gather strength in numbers grand,
A chorus beneath the classroom sky,
United by the lessons at hand.

So here’s to days of shared tomorrows,
To dreams that grow in laughter’s light,
To memories beyond these walls and sorrows,
Classmates bound in endless flight.