Halls of Marion

Reduced to numbers from the start
The trenches dug within their hearts
We took our chiseled shanks and came to battle
Asserting that we too are men
We faced the guards and fell to them
Blood would be spilled upon the walls of Marion

The howling horns and armored men
Called the curfew that would not end
Heartbeat hallways hold the sound of waiting
For when they forced us to our graves
They turned and threw the keys away
Only masters walk the halls of Marion

It's wrong to judge a man by the worst that he has done
And worse to make him live on earth and never feel the sun

Eternal circles never broken
We walk and not a word is spoken
The polished halls no longer tell our story
We sleep awake and walk in chains
Our history faded newsprint stains
No voice would ever call our names in Marion



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Willis
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