This life we are assigned Into this world we're heaved Captive to time until some end Straggling on in search of hope Conscious-laden, contemplating Heavy in tired hand I walk to the beat of my march As once I danced, now I marvel Powerlessly at what we thought we knew before As once I pondered, now I profess the meaning of it all To students strolling behind as I walk to the beat of my march
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