The badges glisten, and the arms swing. The hats are straight, and the feet forward.
Daring to look out I can see the shining sun, beaming down at us, but yet it's just begun.
Ultimately we'll keep marching towards the goal, the result of the futures that we have stole.
We could describe it as a one-way train, a bitter goal, a terrible way.
But the one thing that still remains, is what we could not apprehend, the rotten, miserable, but thankful end.
