We walked the street
Like the victors
we were meant to be.
Side by side,
Like they said we'd be.
Medals hung around our necks
The color of the moon,
Instead of the sun.
But, I like night better,
so did you, that run.
Holding up our heads
Like a noose.
Our reign was shorter,
The glory less,
But I'll never forget
Walking down
With your feet by mine.