The landscape is dreary
and our outlook is bleak.
Our army is shrinking
and our people are weak.
Even so, we fight on.
We will fight to greet the dawn.
This is our song of victory.

We move on, we move on.
We will fight through the battle
on and on.
We will battle we will win,
we will sing in the end.

No matter the outlook we move on.
The shadows are falling,
they cover the land.
Now is the time
we will make our stand.
We will fight, full of hope.
We won’t tarry, we won’t mope.

This is our song of victory.
We move on, we move on.
We will fight through the battle
on and on.
We will battle we will win,
we will sing in the end.
No matter the outlook we move on.

The darkness is coming,
the light begins to fade.
The decision of the battle
seems to have been made.
Though all hope seems gone,
we will fight to greet the dawn.
This is our song that we sing.

We move on, we move on.
We will struggle through the battle
on and on.
We will fight to the end,
we will never give in.
No matter the outcome we move on.

Won the 2013 Frisco Public Library Poetry Contest