My Friends, My Heroes
Together we stand, the weak and the strong
To fulfill the traits that each other lacks
We ignore the crowd, who think we are wrong
To stand beside those that make their own tracks.
Alone was I, before they came
The ones I call friends
Since they arrived, I have not been the same
The support they shown never ends.
Where I see flaws, they see improvement
All they ask is I return their favor
They each carry the power to stat a movement
Thanks to them, I will never waiver.
This poem is about:
My community
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