Graduation

for thirteen years

you've been here

with a dream clenched in your fist

And I'll watch

you walk over

and add your name to the list

Of the fakers who finally made it

Of the dreamers who graduated

You can breathe.

you can sleep.

youve fought through it all

And the scars

on your legs,

they don't hurt at all.

And the clouds settle over the city-

You stand on your hill and you look so pretty...

The ladder was made

from the arms of your

teachers

Your shield was created

by the words of the

preacher

That played in the song

through your headphone

speakers

The world is your stage-

Babe, bow for your

theater.

You can breathe.

you can sleep.

youve fought through it all

And the scars

on your legs,

they don't hurt at all.

And the clouds settle over the city-

You stand on your hill and you look so pretty...