On the walls, our jerseys hang,
desperately begging to be worn.
Our equipment lies patiently in our bags,
each of which is identical in every way.
It is a sharp contrast, the indistinguishable bags
compared to each of their distinctly different owners.
We, unlike them, have personalities of our own,
skills and assets which differ from each other.
Even so, our group of misfits is strung together.
Our team is like a necklace,
each and every ruby, each and every person,
Radiating with its own talent and sparkle.
Each gem is unique in shape, size, and strength,
but it is only when they are all strung together
that the necklace is complete.
It is only then when our team is complete.
The red unites us,
from the colour of our jerseys,
to the shade of the blood in our veins,
red follows us everywhere,
no matter how far we aim.
We all look and act differently,
but when you stop and think,
you realize that we are all still very much the same.
The same crimson red flows through us all
and the same burning sun that warms all our hearts.
No matter our flaws, or our fortes,
our friends or our foes,
we are all still united by an umbrella of red.
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