Infinity Poetry

(June of 92 / Canandaigua)

'The Climb'


don't tell me how to live my life
I know me i know whats right
I trust my talent, I shine so bright
work all day then Cheer at night
my dreams and goals are in clear sight
i'll never give up, i'll forever fight
i'm going to compete at Worlds dispite all obsitcles that may block my light
i'm a Cheerleader watch my pride ignite
competition or practice I put forth all my might
anything and everything I will achive, nothings impossible if you just believe
Cheerleaders don't just practice we dream
a flawless routein full-out and clean
not just family a in sync team
i'll breathe Cheer forever, untill the day I die
and for that reason I will always shine
it's not the trophy
it's the climb

Submitted: Tuesday, November 23, 2010

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