Keep Marching On

As a child, I use to always
trip over when walking
I learnt not to fall, to just take the next step
I learnt to keep marching on

When I was older, in the communist youth, I went to an Iftar meal
I was half an hour late and lost
I got confused by my comrades directions, 1.5 hours it cost
When all I had to do is keep marching on

At a demonstration against imperialism
a cop pointed at me a gun
and thats when I knew my personal revolution had begun
But all I could do is to keep marching on

When I feel depressed and anxious
and my worst memories I relive
and I am convinced there is no reason left to live
all thats left to do is to keep marching on