Shunned At A Funeral — A March Of The Twice-Born

Screaming
We fall in line where the earth beats time
Boots to the dust, hearts aligned.
No
Banners are raised in borrowed pride.
We
March with scars
We do not hide
We learned the song in darker days.
Where lost was how we learned his ways
The road was narrow, the cost was real
But victory came where the wound
Would seal
Strap it tight around the spine.
Not a
Word that bends with time.
Truth that
Cuts through smoke and fear
Keeps the marching path made clear