March On
I was born a man
Always a lucky man
Fed with a silver spoon
Meatbags have treated me good
Inquisitive I was
Gave up quick yes I did
Now whats so sequential
I must find my potential
Now I must go face my dreams
Alone
No more weeping willow I
Must go
Now he must go
Face his dreams
Face her screams
He must find out
All about
What is it?
Lord, what is life?
What is fear?
What am I?
I'll face the blood
Toil and tears
I'll face my fears
I am on a quest to find out why
Whats the purpose
What is the intent
Why me?
Man must make choices
Everyday alone
I look to the future
In the lions den
Now our hero's
On his way
Alone
Nobody can stop him except
His self
Autor(es): Jacob Medaris
