Oh, to be that cheerleader,
The one I yearned to be.
To lift my voice in joyful cheer,
For victories, wild and free.
I miss the taste of sweet success,
Baked by my own two hands.
The special meal, a loving press,
For triumphs across the lands.
But fortune's gaze, it turned away,
No luck for me, it seemed.
My patience tried, my courage frayed,
A path I'd never dreamed.
No grand parades, no quiet joys,
No wins, nor small nor great.
My wishes now, like fading toys,
Succumb to cruelest fate.
Yet sometimes, from the shadows deep,
A memory takes hold.
One person gone, a promise to keep,
My world shattered, stories untold.
And still, I breathe, still here am I.
Alive, beneath a fractured sky.
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