We marched to victory
Cold, the sweat on our brow
Cuts on cheek, tears mixing
Falling on the ground
We marched to victory
Heads help up high
Broken, submitted
To ourselves
To our Divine
To our manifestation
We tried to convince
Ourselves we were something else
The entire time
Mixed
We were nothing
Fools, on a cliff
Always right back, painfully
Clutching, Hallelujah
In our grip
We have seen sorrow
We have seen truth
We have seen miracles
We have seen proof
Yet some still let ego go
Others claim ego knows
The truth
When you can handle it
Let us know, it will be imparted
A killing blow
Christopher Baird 2011 ©
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