To the ones who are in between the words and the promises.
March
March,
We are the ones you love and hate,
We are your children who chose a way,
We give all so you can do all,
March,
We are the talk of the town,
We are the remembered,
We are the forgotten,
And still, we will never falter,
March,
We are the currency used,
To buy and sell our own peoples neccesities,
That even the profit of power and respect cannot fufill,
But still, we always go forward while others cringe behind,
March,
They will sing songs about us,
They will tell stories about us,
They will lie about us,
And they will revile us,
But as they say "Give peace a chance",
As them if they heard the phrase,
"Freedom isn't free" or even,
"There is no freedom without the law"?,
To the ones who chose a way,
Even though there are those who chose to curse their own,
I am glad that everyday, without question,
That you never falter and that you always,
March,
The dancer moves without a trace,
Poetry by Saga
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Written on 2008-03-30 at 09:54
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