The Drum Major

We march as the drum sounds from on high to the sounds of a steel guitar we give our lives as the lighters become the crowd we lay our heads down and sigh an oath we have taken to stand on guard for you may shade our tired eyes i lead upon the troops as we march to the dark unforsaken lands for the enemy has yet to have his life in my tired hands. All the ones we leave behind as the tears are flowing from a silent goodbye a lasting glance as the drums slowly sounds i promise to lay my feet one more time upon the ground and hold you close as the day comes to an end i will not forget you all my fallen friends. The drums have lead me home to a war i know my father has fought before days and night they know me more but i can't live in this ugly war so i walk to the drums again to come home evermore. My drum is now broken and shattered but the memory shall live on,,,,,the days i walked to it's beat as it kept me strong.