Through the Eyes of the Jacket
A sea of blue cordaroy jackets
Each a leader,
Each an individual,
One large family.
From the symbol of the rising sun,
Guiding new leaders,
To the the shaking hands
Welcoming friendships.
All walking the same journey,
All reaching different goals.
Through the eyes of the jacket
We wear the blue
And strive for gold.
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