March On

Soldier, your comrades fall,

Yon battle ground grows bloody;

Soldier, march on, there's no time

To mourn your fallen buddy.

What though you fought side by side?

What though you lived entwined?

'Tis time to take divergent paths

Two different hills to climb.

One day you'll meet and sing anew

Your songs of camaraderie,

You'll march once more, hand in hand

From toils of world set free.

Letting Go

I held the string, I tugged, I tugged,

But the Kite had caught the wind,

It would sail, it would soar

Far away, far away.

A paper kite, on twig stretched tight,

As flimsy as a thought,

Where did you find the will to fly?

To stand against my strength?

Unequal fight, unseen force,

My efforts vain, my battle lost,

I let go, I let go

But oh the pain, oh the pain!