The will to live is always there, stumping to the beat of a band.
We are forced to breathe, for our heart to beat
Why should we be the one to silence the drums?
Our bones are forced to march, our mind to sing and memorize the lyrics
The band marches on, each step the members take are perfectly in sync.
No one dares to leave this band, because the band is victorious!
We march as one, we sing as one, we are one.
The marching band.
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PoetryThese are some poems, completely random type of poems. These are depressing, happy, and fun poems, hopefully you'll be able to relate to most of these. From my insecurities to the happiest days of my life, you'll see them all. The thoughts are hones...
