Marching On

We shall keep marching on. 
Solitude is not agreeing with freedom
Cable cars and photo frames
Left their straight line 
A long long time

I shall keep moving forward
Forward with the wind 
Into the storms and heaven above 
Silent like a lamb, shepherd in charge. 

But their silence intrigues
Oh what a silent mead
This reprimands a hatred in line
My blood is flushed, the guilt is inside. 

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