Marching Soldiers

There is a gate that stands in front of us
There's a sleep we do not know
And a home that is 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 the 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 all the costs
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
Oh please
Remember me



Credits
Writer(s): Shaun T Johnson
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