As I sit in
chair,
my pulse is
racing through
my veins
pushing and pulling on
the shiny and bronze
crest,
as the marching melody
grooves and pledges
through me,
as someone hears my cries,
echoing in the morning.
Shit I\'ve never
thought I was
would want
to be brave,
honored,
or respected.
But
I am,
I AM.
Because I
LOVE ME.
I do this is all for me
me..
me.
I
i
for
you
you, you
we
we, we
are more than
just two
we are now one
combined of two
struggling two be one.