I wander through each lonely street

Near by where Bear Creek flows

And mark on every face I meet

Marks of despair, marks of sorrow

In every cry of every creature

In every students cry of fear

In every voice in even pictures

The pleading cries for help I hear

How the Students bawl

Every TA disappointed but unsurprised

And the professor whose seen it all

Allows all the chaos and havoc to rise

The silence you hear at midnight

How the older ones regret everything

And the younger ones want to fight

And perhaps graduation gives all these warriors some light

Diana Moreno

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