You can march march march but one day you will fall. If you get shot down, sympathetic stares in mourning passing. No one will fight. No one will run. All will be quiet and more will drop.
You're bodies will lay hidden beneath the snowy ground for the time you arise to you proclaimed landing. Wether it be here or there I hope to see you there.
Because the more I keep march march marching the more I want to drop.