The Magic Is In Believing
Post date: Oct 13, 2009 12:34:9 AM
We are knights riding to the field of battle
We strap on our armor and put on our war paint
Everything is in place, we are ready
We walk out calmly in two lines then we
Rush the field with our glorious battle cry
A crowd has gathered on the outskirts of the field,
Ready to watch the day’s events unfold
Both armies have trained hard for this day
Only one will walk off the field the victor
We have met many armies on the field of battle,
Some who have beaten us, but most whom
We have beaten.
We flow together as one, one machine, one body, mind, and soul
One goal ahead of us, nothing behind
Finally our day has come, that fateful meeting of the two
Greatest armies in the land
Our mighty steeds crash through their ranks, time and again.
Many men from both sides fall, but no one notices,
Only one can remain, only one
As the struggle ensues it looks like they have the advantage,
Their generals become overconfident and then
Our generals devise a plan
We use all of our remaining men,
This is our last chance.
We must win this battle or all is lost.
The plan succeeds, we are victorious!
Both teams entered with heads raised high,
One team left with their heads raised higher.
We had won the day, we were the champions!
We were the greatest army in the region.
Many had fallen in our quest
And many had a larger role than others
But we were a team,
A team to the end.
We succeeded because all of us believed that we could.
That is where our magic came from.
We used the magic of believing!