Way to Go

March, march, march.
These boots have seen their share of mud, and I’ve been burned, burned,
burned again. Friendly fire, it never ends.
And I’ve been left for dead, it seems.
Open hands, empty dreams. Should I just walk, walk, walk away?
A voice in my head says stand up and be brave.
Past behind me (standing on my own).
Sky above me (standing on my own).
Only way to move is forward.
Only way (standing on my own).
I’m feeling sick. The universe likes to play this trick on me. Did I pick the
wrong door? Been down this path before. Do I close the gates? Erase everything,
admit that it’s too late? Standing all alone also means I’m standing on my own.
Past behind me (standing on my own).
Sky above me (standing on my own).
Only way to move is forward.
Only way (standing on my own).
Past behind me.
Sky above me.
Past behind me (standing on my own).
Sky above me (standing on my own).
Only way to move is forward.
Only way.