Beneath the neon sky, where dreams are cheap,
And every light is a promise yet to keep,
There's Marcus, walking through the city's veins,
With plans and purpose in his weary brain.
The night whispers secrets as it breathes,
Of those who struggle and those who scheme,
But Marcus walks with steady feet, he knows
That movements need direction like a rose.
He meets the lonely at the corner bar,
Where stories mingle thick and raw,
And listens close to each one's tale,
For every voice can be a vital trail.
"Pick up your banner," Marcus says to Jane,
Whose dreams were shattered by the rain.
"Together, we'll paint the world anew,
With colors bold that few will choose to view."
At dawn, as stars retreat and skies grow bright,
Marcus steps back into the light,
Guiding shadows towards the rising sun,
For each day's new beginning has begun.
-- RALLY
"Discipline is how we respect each other."
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