March On

When all hope is lost and everything is going wrong, all you need to do is keep your head held high - and march on.

Lines drawn into the sand

A war wages on

Blood splatters across the land

At the crack of dawn

Dark skies and blank eyes

Wounded, lost, broken

All the forsaken, here lies

As no words are spoken

Engraved into history

The ones that left their mark

What remains a mystery

Is how they kept their spark

As death will arrive

Taking those now gone

The ones who are still alive

Will continue to march on

Reviews

[ocean_side]

Ha, this has some striking resemblance to one of my own pieces.

I like it. Great piece.