I want to build an army,
and I want to march.
March around the world,
across the seas,
through the cities,
and deserts.
I want to chant.
Chant words of a revolution,
a whisper words of wisdom.
All while surrounding the walls,
and marching so hard,
chanting so loud,
that they will break,
and tumble to the ground.
And after the dust clears,
there will be love,
and peace,
and grace.
All because of our army of justice.
I want to be Joshua.