Your feet move swiftly upon the well trimmed field
The cadence plays keeping the beat
All one machine- the snares, quads and bass to no one they yield
You keep the rhythm and feel the pulse in your feet.
You stop in your spot- ready to start your show
The thing that keeps you going- that keeps you moving on
The one thing that means more to you than anyone will ever know
You could continue to do it all the way to dawn.
The drum major stands in front, hands at the ready
The drumline and pit hold their sticks
You poise your instrument to your mouth, holding it steady
The color guard waits to start their kicks.
The major moves their hands for the downbeat
The air has a crisp to it, but it feels right
It is cold, but you don’t miss the heat
You keep the cold instrument to your mouth- lips tight.
You march around the field to the drill you know by heart
You feel so much is very moment- more than anyone will ever know
You know you are better than everyone in the stands, so much more smart
You can feel everyone’s passion, the heart, the glow
In the blink of an eye the show is finished
You begin to walk off the field, slowly in a line
Everyone’s energy could never be diminished
We will always continue to shine.