Left right we go.
Like ants we grow.
Marching in the sun,
A show.
Maybe it's fun,
But slow.
Till you hear the calling.
The army sounds it's culling
For only those who win the day,
have the right to say,
it's home I'll stay.

Peace.
Serenity.
Looking deep,
Into graceful infinity.
The scenery.
The finery.
A table for two.
I'm one of the few,
Without a clue.
For I'm stricken by you.
I gamble.
I ramble.
A preamble,
For my love.
I let you fly my dove.
No restraint,
No complaint.
Then you flew,
As apart we grew...