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

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

I used to love
I used to be
Won't you please remember me

I used to love
I used to be
Ho, please remember me

Remember me



Credits
Writer(s): Shaun T Johnson
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