Everybody leaves.

It's the truth of life.

Every year students come and go.

Are we just faces in a crowd?

Or are we voices in a choir where every voice counts?

Everyone dies someday.

We're born, we live for a while, and we die.

But where do we go?

Do we grow up just to die?

Or do we do something?

People come and go.

People die everyday,

What's the impact?

Everyone's decisions make an impact.

Is it a ripple in a river?

Or a wave in the ocean?

People are fleeting and ever changing, going somewhere.

But where do we go in the end, when our bodies die?

Does our presence live on, or does it leave?