quick march

    this road will wind and lead to the last hill
    we know each turn each pebble and sharp rock
    the time and distance must yield to our will

    the reddening sun and golden moon may fill
    electric sky we can't pause to take stock
    this road will wind and lead to the last hill

    we have to be on time we know the drill
    and we are not the masters of the lock
    the time and distance must yield to our will

    not one of us could claim to have the skill
    to pause the hour or to slow down the clock
    this road will wind and lead to the last hill

    it's not for others to withhold the bill
    for what we do we can withstand the shock
    the time and distance must yield to our will

    what we achieve is done without a thrill
    no one turns back for all that you may mock
    this road will wind and lead to the last hill
    the time and distance must yield to our will

(C)2008, Fragano Ledgister