This is my anthem
It is painted on the bridge in spray paint and mud,
In failure and courage
Broken bottles bed the ground where I stand
As painted runs down the limbs of my shaking hand
Written in Anthem Red
For a moment I feel free of my heavy tired thing
As I step back and view the stupid mess I made
The air is so cold the paint stings
And threatens to stay stuck to my hand,
To this bridge and to this year
Written in Anthem Red