Dance/March :
by John Allison based on the work of Forrest Jones
performed by John Q.
Nobody stops.
Nobody slows down enough
I see people taking steps
Never lift their feet from the ground. Just kicking up dust.
It’s a thousand miles long.
With our heads down – We shuffle on.
From the moment of our birth
Till the day we die - We march on.
Not me. Not me.
I’ll be - the last one you’ll see.
In this cadence, I have no part.
Till I’m done. Till I’m done.
I might be the only one
Dancing in the death march.
It’s alright. It’s alright.
To step outside the line.
It’s alright. It’s alright.
To dream outside your mind.
It’s alright. It’s alright..
To be a light out in the dark.
It’s alright. It’s alright.
To dance in the death march.
There’s nothing as relentless.
As relentless – as fate.
When we’ve all been led to believe
There is no escape.
Not me. Not me.
I’ll be - the last one you’ll see.
In this cadence, I have no part.
Till I’m done. Till I’m done.
I hope I’m not the only one
Dancing in the death march.
It’s alright. It’s alright.
To step outside the line.
It’s alright. It’s alright.
To dream outside your mind.
It’s alright. It’s alright..
To be a light out in the dark.
It’s alright. It’s alright.
To dance in the death march.
Don’t waste your time measuring the lifelines in your hand.
Over time we all disappear.
If I had thought there was a hope in hell,
I never would’ve landed here.
It’s alright. It’s alright.
To step outside the line.
It’s alright. It’s alright.
To dream outside your mind.
It’s alright. It’s alright..
To be a light out in the dark.
It’s alright. It’s alright.
To dance in the death march.
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