I Am

I am


Always proud

Marching on to the field with my chin up and my shoulders squared


Always ready to give the best performance of my life


Staring down the crowd with silent intensity

Perfectly playing each note

After having so many long practices on hot summer evenings      

Revealing the dedication that we’ve all put into this band

The many memories we’ve all shared – good and bad

As the music of our souls drifts into the charcoal autumn


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