We march for those who have lost their voices,
The vulnerable, the broken, the captive,
Those who’ve been told all their lives that they don’t matter,
Those who have lost meaning to life,
Those who are heartbroken, torn apart,
We march for those who can’t fight for their rights,
Who have lost their freedom,
Who don’t even know their right from left,
Who have been wronged.
We also march for the King’s return,
The light at the break of day,
The day of salvation,
When tears will be wiped away,
And there won’t be any sorrow,
We not only march, but we run,
Run till that perfect day comes.