You,
My champions,
Carry me so I forget where I stand.
You march through life unburdened,
Your fingers in my hand.
I remember when we met,
We were much younger then,
But as we collect memories,
Shaking off the yolk of men.
Together when we were dreaming,
Of the better place we knew the world could be.
With every summer, winter, summer,
Hope drifts further from our dreams.