1,2,3,4-1,2,3,4

When I'm marching I bring you with me,

On my shoulder, you sit, whispering words

Encouraging the shift from right to left,

Forward goes every step when I march

In your energy, towards enlightened tomorrows

and joys that were todays sorrows, Away,

Away from yesterdays wine and water,

When I'm marching I Bring you With me,

Behind these eyes you hold the reigns,

When I speak, It's you yanking chains

in my brain, commanding I say what you say

I will say. When i'm marching, there's little need,

So we keep the conversation in this cranium-

In good company (Now that we know to share

This barren body) We move to march through

This daring place, wearing half the others face,

Pursuing balance before the final rest reaches

Me.

You, too.

When Marching will be made obsolete.

I'd rather see it so, due to me-

We, must figure out these feet and cease

The Rhythm, Switch the beat, and be free.