Missing Band

You may not understand,
Why we cry,
You may not understand,
Why we are gonna miss it.

But you don't know,
What its like,
To come two weeks before school starts,
To sweat in the burning sun practicing.

To memorize music,
That just seems like it goes on forever,
To try to hit each note,
But you just can't.

Sometimes you want to give up,
when you feel that passion growing,
Everything you doubted,
You forget it.

Your in that moment,
Just there playing your heart out,
Playing with the people who watched you grow.
It only seems like yesterday.

When you picked it up,
When you started to learn,
When you were known as a goober,
When you were so scared.

It all seems too fast,
For it to end so soon.
Your on that field,
It's on 10 minutes it feels like seconds.

Sometimes you end up victorious,
Sometimes you don't,
But don't get down,
You are still loved by them.

After all the years,
The days of practice,
That never seemed to end,
Its coming to an end after all.

Then when you go up there,
You stand and remember the good times,
You begin to cry,
You begin to miss it all.

Because this is not just a stupid band,
This is not some stupid program,
It has become your life,
It has become a part of you.

And no matter how much you deny it,
You are going to miss it so much,
But then again,
You may not understand if your not in a Marching Band.