Marching Soldiers

There is a gate that stands in front of us

There's a sleep we do not know

And a home that's closest in our dreams

Where the marching soldiers go

There is a sign that's faded into rust

There's a cadence soft and low

And a concrete road that turns to dust

Where the marching soldiers go

There is a hymn of praise to brothers lost

Rising from those fires below

And a thousand prayers to count every cost

Where the marching soldiers go (2x)

I used to love, I used to be, please remember me (2x)