Yelling till you cry,
Only to comfort you.
Telling you to do better,
They're going to push you harder.
You didn't have a clue.
Tears still spilled,
But your heart got strong.
You pushed more,
You gained more,
You tried to prove them wrong.
Then in the last competition,
They say a speech.
They mentioned you,
How much you worked,
On much you have reached.
Your eyes fills with tears,
And you refuse to let them flow.
More things were said,
Many tears had slipped,
You never want to let the seniors go.
You didn't have a clue on the first day,
On this journey you had started to go through,
You didn't prove them need wrong,
Because they were once like you too.
Dear seniors, section leaders, and all leaving members.
Thanks, I will miss you.
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Bye older siblings :( thanks for a wonderful journey and making marching band harder so that in the end, it would be easy. Thanks for the inspiration.
