Raze the ground,

And trees and life,

And walk a different path,

Through the flat lands of our souls,

And minds,

And hearts.

Till blood lines our footsteps,

And the heat drags our bones,

And our body is as dry as paper.

But even the suffering of all;

Our souls,

Our bodies,

Our hearts,

Our minds,

Will not crumble our strength,

Or falter our step,

As we march as one.