Across that Stage

All 753 dressed in red

Some with cords

Some out of bed

All anticipating what is ahead.

One sits 7th from the last

Looking around

The stadium vast

Thinking about the 3 years passed.

Tall teenagers begin standing

She is just a kid

She is like a banding

Separated from the rest: freestanding.

Her time has come

Her heart beats like a drum

She enters a new age

As she walks across that stage.