The march is on............................

Only the brave know what the hunted are -
The battered - and the shattered - and the lost -
Who know the meaning of each deep, red scar,
For which they paid the heartache and the cost.
Who've left the depths against unmeasured odds
To ask no quarter from the ruling gods.

Born - live - and die - cradle along to the grave,
The march is on - by bugle and by drum -
Where only those who beat life are the brave -
Who laugh at fate and face what is to come,
Knowing how swiftly all the years go by,
Where dawn and sunset blend in one brief sky.

-Grantland Rice