light soldiers

Duty calls and I listen
There nothing now, but boots on ground-
The sounds of marching soldiers;
Unison steps, set to the beat of an
Ancient drum
Deep within the heart of the world
Lies a light too bright to quell
And too warm to ever grow cold
Connected down into the grand design
Lies the cords of power
Urging feet to step into a war
That’s been raging inside for as long
As there’s been a world

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