[male
vocals] (
Soft,
lingering
chords) (
Deep,
rhythmic
bass
pulse,
slowed
down)
Mr.
Seulu,
we
hear
the
echoes
in
the
halls.
Yeah,
it’
s
a
quiet
day
today.
Just
memories
now.
The
chalkboard
holds
the
dust
of
all
the
years,
The
silent
desks
are
filled
with
heavy
tears.
You
walked
these
corridors
with
such
a
grace,
Now
there’
s
a
hollow
shadow
in
this
place.
We
looked
to
you
to
guide
the
way
ahead,
Now
all
the
brilliant
words
you
spoke
are
dead.
The
bell
rings
out
but
no
one’
s
in
the
yard,
Learning
how
to
say
goodbye
is
hard.
Oh,
Mr.
Seulu,
you’
ve
left
us
in
the
dark,
You
were
the
light,
you
were
the
glowing
spark.
Our
head
teacher,
the
pillar
of
our
soul,
Without
you
here,
we’
re
not
feeling
whole.
It’
s
a
heartbreak
rhythm,
slow
and
deep,
Promises
you
made
are
yours
to
keep.
We’
re
walking
home,
but
we’
re
lost
in
the
rain,
Trying
to
find
the
sun
through
all
this
pain.
I
remember
how
you’
d
smile
at
the
gate,
Reminding
us
that
it’
s
never
too
late.
To
build
a
dream,
to
reach
for
something
high,
Now
we’
re
left
staring
at
a
vacant
sky.
The
curriculum
of
life
has
changed
today,
You’
ve
taken
all
the
guidance
far
away.
We
miss
the
wisdom
that
you
used
to
lend,
It’
s
hard
to
call
this
closure,
my
dear
friend.
Oh,
Mr.
Seulu,
you’
ve
left
us
in
the
dark,
You
were
the
light,
you
were
the
glowing
spark.
Our
head
teacher,
the
pillar
of
our
soul,
Without
you
here,
we’
re
not
feeling
whole.
It’
s
a
heartbreak
rhythm,
slow
and
deep,
Promises
you
made
are
yours
to
keep.
We’
re
walking
home,
but
we’
re
lost
in
the
rain,
Trying
to
find
the
sun
through
all
this
pain.
Can
we
find
the
courage
that
you
taught?
Was
all
the
battle
for
nothing,
was
it
for
naught?
The
ink
is
drying
on
the
final
page,
Stepping
off
the
boards
of
this
empty
stage.
We
hold
your
memory
like
a
sacred
light,
Walking
through
the
middle
of
the
longest
night.
Oh,
Mr.
Seulu,
you’
ve
left
us
in
the
dark,
You
were
the
light,
you
were
the
glowing
spark.
Our
head
teacher,
the
pillar
of
our
soul,
Without
you
here,
we’
re
not
feeling
whole.
It’
s
a
heartbreak
rhythm,
slow
and
deep,
Promises
you
made
are
yours
to
keep.
We’
re
walking
home,
but
we’
re
lost
in
the
rain,
Trying
to
find
the
sun
through
all
this
pain.
Rest
well,
Mr.
Seulu.
The
school
remembers.
The
hearts
remember. (
Slow,
fading
percussion) (
Fading
bass
heartbeat)
Goodbye,
sir. (
Music
fades
out)