March On
By Graham Purcell
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Through all the hustle the fire dies
I am already buried in my grave;
But you are still alive- go out and live
Join the endless throng- down to death
Words that flow from my mouth
Thoughts that come from my beating drums
I feel them; I know my mission
Mine was not fulfilled; it's too late-
I can no longer continue my march;
But you have your life ahead
Go out fulfill your first love- pound your drums mightily
March on bravely- your mission has been set
March forth courageously; it’s the life long goal
I never completed mine- a journey without an end
Starting of with a mighty roar- onward I marched; hopelessly
Through the many perils- I continued
My pace was slowed- the burden held me back
I soon could carry on no longer- without will to continue
Many followed in my path- many the same as I; stopped
I felt free (for a time; for my life)- I could not have been wrong;
I was not alone- as I said, there were many
Few and rare was the man that tarried on
Kept to there narrow rode; kept to his march
Many wondered off, lost- before they had ever begun
As for me- I now know my falter; if only there were a second chance
Yes, continue your journey- I urge you!
My journey's end- was at my lifetime's end
Woes to my soul; that souls journey is eternal…
Eternal gnashing of teeth- eternal burning- eternal treachery
Woes to my soul- such pain I had never foreknew
Thus I warn you- give all for the beating of your drums
Give all for the battle cry; give all for your march; do not forget your first love.
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