The Seasons Over

The sticks have stopped hitting
The flags have stopped spinning
And the musicians have stopped marching

But the sound is forever heard.

The uniforms have been locked away
Yet you haven't managed to wash the glitter in your hair away
And the bus ride memories are never to fade away.

But the sound is forever heard.

The season is over
Some it may be their last
The football field has a cover
And the marching season has past

But the



HEARD