'Twas the day before Rebel, the dawn softly glowed, With hearts beating quick for the march they'd bestowed. Gym pumps lined in sequence, a rhythmic delight, As feet found their partners for the passionate night. Flags unfurl in splendor, colors bold in the breeze, A promise of freedom, a call to appease. In whispers of morning, a unity brewed, For tomorrow awaits where the warriors are hewed. So let echoes of thunder arise in the street, Where spirits are restless, where justice must meet. Together in defiance, resolved and awake, 'Twas the day before Rebel—the dawn as a break.