Marching On
I hear the footsteps marching on
The drumbeats hollow, the band is gone
And yet the sun still roams the sky
It all seems very different now
The sun glows dimly, I don’t know why.
Leaves still rustle teased by breeze
Life should be the same to me
My heart still beats in silent measure
More and more each beat I treasure.
They passed unnoticed in my youth
Those sunny days all hid the truth
Of growing old of passing youth.
Life so full, embraced each day
Sleepy dreams blew cares away
Now clouds and clarity of youth pass on
The charm of night, the creep of dawn
All my lonely promises fade on
But footsteps heavy still march along.
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