Sprinting forward I try not to look back, trying not to look forward.
Ahead of me lies a path, and in this walkway there is a fork.
Wish I could go down one way but that’s not up to me,
Wait now I do and battle within me to keep trying to go down the desired direction.
Even as I rush to do battle more armies come to block my advance.
So alone I fight waiting for rescue, to be led down that path,
The route so heavily smothered with a cloud so dark I cannot see what lies on it.
Will rescue come or will I be forced to fight on forever,
There are still many years ahead to go down that path but once it is closed will it ever open again?
Such is my plight, yet through all the fog I can still see that future,
As long as still breath, as long as my soldiers still fight I will look for that rescue.
Only one can bring it, but will they?
As I fall my soldiers can hear only one cry I give, the cry so desperately yelled by my heart.
Hold The Line and rescue will come.
And no more.
