My room is clean, my stuff is packed
It’s all been sent away
I’ve made it to the very end
I have but one more day
The seniors are all leaving too
Will I see them again
When they’ve gone on to other things
Far from my mind and ken
Will friendships made in year gone by
Be stronger in the fall
Or will they wither in sun’s heat
And struggle and get small
What futures wait beyond this gap
Which I can’t see or hear
But what I have to hold is God
And he says do not fear