.March, march, march.
These boots have seen their share of mud,
and Iâve been burned, burned, burned again.
Friendly fire, it never ends.
And Iâve been left for dead, it seems.
Open hands, empty dreams.
Should I just walk, walk, walk away?
A voice in my head says stand.
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