Racked with pain, you hit the earth
Down the hill, into the dirt
Your ragged heart pounds in the dark
It’s bitter lonely dirge

So, will you stand or feed the crow?
Only you know
The fight is right where you belong
Carry on

March for the setting sun
Seize the day before it’s gone
Lift your weary face to the wind
Carry on

Smoke and ash all around
Tattered flag upon the ground
The hollow eyes of broken pride
Can’t see where hope has flown

So, will you stand or feed the crow?
Only you know
The road is the long, so sing your song
Carry on

March for the setting sun
Seize the day before it’s gone
Lift your weary face to the wind
Carry on

In every fire dying out
Still burns a spark
Whispering inside you all along
You’ll carry on

March for the setting sun
Seize the day before it’s gone
Lift your weary face to the wind
Carry on