The blaring of trumpets

the beating of hearts

the family that push me

to move on,

the lights on the feild

the pride in my heart

marching is simply my art,

it makes my stress fly

and my brothers non existant

helping through the best and worst of times

as I help them as well,

my finges dancing on the clarinet keys

and my shacko blocking the sun

proving to me and everybody what we have become

no one can stop us

even if they tried

as we are invinceible,

this is me and how I think

what gets through the year

what makes me fight

for my right to happiness