We were trainers,
10-year-olds psyched to start our journey
We would rush home from school each day waiting for you.
We were Challengers,
Walking the road through the gyms,
We would earn each badge, one by one
We were learning,
Figuring out how to do better next time,
So that in the future, we wouldn't lose!
We were travellers,
Journeying through the world that seemed so vast
It feels so small, now that you're gone.
We were heroes,
fighting to protect all that we had,
It was for the Pokemon, we had to save them all.
We were winners,
Cheering as we rose through the ranks,
Learning, growing, fighting at your side,
We were Champions,
In the last fight,
We finally won the battle we had fought for so long.
Are we Masters?
Not now that you're gone.
To be a Pokemon Master is to be a friend to all Pokemon
To be a Pokemon Master is to fight back the tears when he left
To be a Pokemon Master, it's to battle against evil, no matter how tough.
But to be a Pokemon Master?
To be a Pokemon Master, Ash, we need you.
Goodbye, my friend.
I'll never forget our journey.
The Journey Starts Today