Hear my swansong, strangers near and far,
As I walk on, bearing both scent and scar,
The scent of happiness, joy and boundless fun,
The scar of follies performed, sins I have done.
These few years of my life are now fading fast,
Soon to be a distant memory for aeons to last,
But never will I forget my life within these walls,
For here I achieved undying happiness and suffered endless loss ...
