Soon, a train somewhere
Will come to a sudden stop
Bringing to end a journey
Four years long and yet too short
We can hear it blowing its final whistle
Telling us to gather all that we can
While we wish there was some chain to pull,
To pause the time; and relive these moments
But alas, this crowd and this carnival
And all these celebrations will soon be lost
But these times and these memories
And all these people, I shall cherish the most
Someday, when we remember this
It might seem chaotic and wrecked
But if we understood it all,
We will know that it was just perfect
