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Marching without you

Boots on the road,
The sun low on the land.
Soon we’ll leave and load,
The first round’s mine to stand.

Names on our sleeves,
Love letters in helmets.
You told me of your grief,
And that pretty girl you met.

Each step recalls your name,
Each mile whispers the same.

Now I’m marching without you,
Your shadow walks beside.
The silence is my cue,
Where sadness cannot hide.

The nights are growing colder,
Your shadow holds the line.
I feel what’s on my shoulder,
Still your memory walks with mine.

Each step recalls your name,
Each mile whispers the same.

Now I’m marching without you,
Your shadow walks beside.
The silence is my cue,
Where sadness cannot hide.

I carry all your laughter,
I carry all your pain.
The march is ever after,
But it won’t bring you again.

Now I’m marching without you,
Distant voices in the dark.
I will soon feel the cold too,
Chasing ghosts that bear your mark.

Boots on the road,
The night falls on the land.
Still I march without you,
Still I can’t let go your hand.