The Ending's Gift


United States
33° 43' 51.8952" N, 114° 40' 0.4584" W

Lets take our last bows together
to remind everyone of our fight
our determination; The endeavor.
It all comes to a close tonight.

As we walk across the stage,
we will remember it all;
That exemplary date,
breaking through their walls.

We were never meant to win;
Destined to lose ourselves,
hoping at least to blend,
but we never did.

Though our scars painted us
like a beautiful broken canvas,
the simple symphony of sound
forged us through fiery war.

It was in this that we survived,
and also in which we learned to live.
To the others, we hope you thrive
despite this is all we have to give.


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