The Anthem of the Waypointers

This song belongs to them. On a trail, a waypoint is a mark left by someone who went ahead — proof the path is real and that you're still on it.

Broken Champions doesn't send strangers with clipboards. We send people who have been in the wreckage, who came out, and who go back to stand at the exact spot where they fell and say: this is the way, you're not alone.

Dream Teams meet returning citizens at the gate — or before it — because the first seventy-two hours decide the next ten years. Housing, ID, a ride, a phone number that answers. Somebody who carries the weight with you until you can carry it yourself.

Every verse in this song is written from inside that job. The first one is the wreckage. The second one is what you become when you go back and stand in it for somebody else. That turn — now I stand a Waypointer — is the whole mission in one line.