Lightning

March 16, 2008
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The ice cuts underneath our feet,
Sticks hit pucks with rhythm.
"The legs feed the wolf," our coaches say,
So we skate 'til we can't hear them.
My team is my family, my reason for life.
Our hearts beat as one under maroon, gold, and white.
Each of us different, yet one thing's the same,
We all play together to give us a name.
Few teams fear us; many teams laugh.
Yet we don't care one bit.
We don't play for glory, we play for each other.
Best friends even when we go our separate ways.
Together we rise, together we fall.
Together we're Lightning - the best of them all.





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