We charged into battle
Prepared and ready for the fight
We fiercely flew forward
Attacking with all our might

Many hours of hard work
Countless days of preparation
Dwelling in the dark
Ubiquitous stress and starvation

Our soldiers are tired
Half dead from exhaustion
At least our courage is admired
As we take our last breath of oxygen

Most of our comrades have fallen
Bleeding out on the floor
The atmosphere became solemn
We cannot take anymore

We tend to our wounded
And count our dead
For finals week has ended
And our grades bleed red

This semester has taken its toll
Will we survive the next one?
Report cards will come out and heads will roll
Our parents cannot be outrun