This was the day when we got our name... An ARMY so strong and beautiful We got haters , we got judgements But the love was truly fruitful
These boys we love... And you ask what we got, Well for starters the feeling of being heard. The voice no one can suppress A dream to dream for... A life to live for... A choice to let free , And love to cherish...
The feeling that someone cares, A shied from criticising stares... A chance to be what I am, Without a typical tag.
A picture of me in Youth The age never a pull, A mirror to look at the beauty, Behind the comments full.
A hope to be happy And a realization to see through... The cause of loving myself.. Do you feel that too??