Poor Johnny Low Count

Marching off like men to war
The soldiers are all battle torn
Tired and weary, broken hearted
All is spent, desires departed

Rounding past us, moving onwards
Faces in, their hearts turned outwards
Stepping forwards, their minds blown backwards
Marching on and on and on

All’s not lost, it has been taken
Dreams unconquered, vision shaken
Fighting, taking on the battles
Where’s their weapons?
Where’s their medals?

Marching on..

Time to join with them in forces
Raise your hearts lift up your voices
Stand beside, help catch the pieces
Still falling down

Face their foe their vision weakening
Wont give in, their fists still beating
Courage fires though ranks depleted
Won’t give in, won’t be defeated

Win in the end
Win in the end