Walking down the aisle
while the principal is calling me up
to get my diploma
a white light flashes toward me
as my eyes are burning and tears are falling down my face
Looking back at the memories
of me and my dad
watching a screen of people
fighting in a war
and the channel gets changed
I go up onto the stage
and I get my diploma
with a smile on my face
realizing he's watching me
from a place
that has clouds and angels
and everything is perfect
Knowing one day
I'll be there too
and to see him again
to share more memories together
with him.
Just prose here, please
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