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Is it only a dream?
Is nothing as it seems?
How can I be here,
Standing on this step?
I never thought I'd get here,
Yet hear how I step.

Yesterday I was in kindergarden,
Just starting school.
Yesterday I was in first grade,
Just starting school.

The days and the years,
Oh how they fly.
Hold onto those momments,
Don't let them pass you by.

Now I'm in fith grade,
Learning my history.
My last year of elementry school,
How can this be?

Friends come and friends go,
Friends forever and
Friends who will never,
See the frost or another snow.

The days and the years,
Oh how they fly.
hold onto those momments,
Don't let them pass you by.

The starting of middle school,
A dream come true.
I never thought I'd get here,
Not without You.

Friends long lost,
Never to come back,
The out cast I am,
And always to be,
Somone keep them
From stabbing me in the back.

The days and the years,
Oh how they fly,
Hold onto those momments,
Don't let them pass you by.

The starting of a private school,
Ready to kill myself,
Friends now I have.
A reason to live is now there.

The best years
Are those with friends,
Breaking down the walls,
That keep them away.

The days and the years,
Oh how they fly.
Hold onto those momments,
Don't let them pass you by.

High school now,
Walking through these halls.
Here with those I feared
For many many years.

Home schooled
For the most part I am,
Helping my brother through
With spanish and band.
The flute plays
And the trumpet sings,
Beautiful music to all it rings.

The days and the years,
Oh how they fly.
Hold onto those momments,
Don't let them pass you by.

I never thought I'd be here,
Walking down these halls,
But now I am,
And I don't deserve it at all.

Fear is the feeling
That comes to mind.
Fear of being shot,
Or acused of being blind.

The days and the years,
Oh how they fly.
Hold onto those momments,
Don't let them pass you by.

I'm a Junior now,
Only 2 years left to go.
Help me, I'm scared,
I don't know where to go.

I already know,
What I want to do.
I already know
What direction my gifts are in.

The days and the years,
Oh how they fly.
Hold onto those momments,
Don't let them pass you by.

Guide my hands Lord,
Let them help.
Help them to serve you,
And all of your wealth.

Make me a servant
Of your kingdom above,
Guide me and teach me
Of your infinite Love.

The days and the years,
Oh how they fly.
Hold onto those momments,
Don't let them pass you by.
The Days, The Years, Oh How They Fly!
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