The March

We march through our lives so sure
Keeping all of our doubts behind closed doors
Wishing that light would conquer those walls
And it’s never too late to see that we
May have been so wrong before
And now we can face our faults
«There's no time like now» I said
Should have said it to myself
«There's no time like now» I said
But I should have said it to myself
It’s never too late to see the path
You’ve taken has caused you’re life to be
Far from your heart lost in the cold
And we are such a curious blend
Of weakness and strength
The tears of the tallest men will fall
At the smallest hint of soul