souls march through, two by two.
i am placed in line not beside you.
the guns sound and we are off
to a distant land of artillery and discourse.

souls march through, two by two.
the journey takes it toll as it was meant to do.
the bald-headed eagle picks out its survivors,
fate placed on the roll call my name, not yours.

souls march through, two by two.
the ones who are meant to fall, fall when due.
bodies are set alight from behind
to light the way for freedom is for us to find

souls march through, two by two
a simple heart was never made to lose.
but caked with sorrow and blazing with splendour,
you were everything but simple, yet nothing but victor.

one by one, they crumble away.
"in God we trust" but in our own strength we stay

souls march through, two by two
if i die before i see it through,
please remember that
i loved you