In the classroom’s quiet hum,
We sit as strangers, yet as one,
Each heart a silent drum,
Beating to the rising sun.

With laughter shared and secrets told,
We forge a bond, unspoken, bold,
In every story that we unfold,
A tapestry of memories, gold.

Through trials, tests, and endless nights,
We find in each other, guiding lights,
In shared dreams and soaring flights,
Our spirits join in boundless heights.

As seasons change and paths diverge,
The echoes of our time will surge,
In every heart, a subtle urge,
To remember friends on life’s great verge.