Good Luck

Year 3 has come and past, the stress we have will never last,
Wake me up when the finals end,

All the teachers leave so fast, times with them will just fly past,
Treasure them, but never give them trust,

Here comes the stress again,
From friendships, home and class,
Finding our identities,
Before it fades away,

As my memory rests,
But never forgets the times we had,
Wake me up, when the finals end.

Term 4, it's the final test, for friends and foes and school exams,
Rest for now, but wake up when it ends.