Horns go up all around,
A magnificent solo sounds,
The crowd cheers,
The trumpets cast golden shadows on the ground,
The drums keep the audience ensnared,
The silver luster of a flute reflects in the lights,
A clarinet flies around her horn,
The lead trumpet starts to scream,
A mellow flute supports it,
The crowd goes wild,
We've all marched onto the field as warriors,
One by one a line is made,
Sound pushed forward,
Members from endzone to endzone,
Suddenly a burst of golden flags,
The audience on the edge of their seats,
The band gives it one final jab,
The show ends,
Smiles all around,
Tears of joy streak down,
Just as we marched on as warriors,
We also leave as warriors,
Our last performance now finished,
But the lessons we've learned will never subside,
Duty,
Teamwork,
Honor,
Courage,
Commitment,
Trust,
But the greatest lessons of all are two,
Firstly,
Never cast judgment on those you do not yet know,
They may turn out to be great friends,
Secondly,
Never give up before the finish line,
You might just miss out on something great,
Some may leave,
Some graduate,
You'll always remember your experience here,
In the Kecoughtan High School Warrior Marching Band.
