Marching In

Marching In
Marching In

Courthouse steps, folder in my hand
Every page another no
People love a comeback story
After they forget the road
Brass in my headphones, heel on stone
I walk slower than before
I hid rejection letters for years
Now I carry every one through the door

Marching In, make room for the comeback
Marching In, hear the hard floor clap
Every no became paper under my shoes
Marching In, I left no proof to chase

Marching In
Marching In

My people meet me at the landing
Grab the folder from my arm
Tear the letters into confetti
Throw them up before I catch myself
White pages falling in the sunlight
Names and dates all in the air
Funny how rejection looks
When everybody you love is standing there

Marching In, make room for the comeback
Marching In, hear the hard floor clap
Every no became paper under my shoes
Marching In, I left no proof to chase

The letters never made me smaller
I did that part inside my head
Every no became paper under my shoes
That folder of rejection letters was proof enough

Marching In, confetti on my coat
Marching In, I survived every vote
Every no became paper under my shoes
Marching In, now watch me move

Marching In