We march on.
we do not stop even for the dawn,
and we fight the night,
and we persevere until the war is won,
and we continue putting words upon a page,
and all day we work away,
we work hard in our creative task,
and our imaginations runs riot,
no matter the grey clouds,
the rain, or the winter snows, or the sun.
Yes, we march on,
and we do not stop even for the dawn,
and we fight the night,
and we persevere until the war is won,
and until the words upon the page are fully laid,
and a story is told,
and whether it be fiction,
nonfiction,
books,
poetry,
or articles,
we march on,
we march with the love of language in our hearts,
and in our minds,
and we wrestle with the alphabet,
and the words of the languages that we choose,
and we look for a muse,
and inspiration where we can,
and we write with smiles on our faces,
and we conjure up stories,
of people and places,
and we talk of reality and fantasy,
and we march on,
we march on,
with our pens and our pencils,
and computers until the job is done,
yes, we march on,
and most days,
we do not stop even for the dawn,
and we often fight the night,
and persevere until the war is won,
and what a great day it is,
writing and creating,
with our imaginations,
and the languages,
that we know and love,
and how we struggle,
and try to grab words,
from the mind’s eye,
and how hard we try,
to pull words out of the sky,
and through tireless effort,
and dedication and perseverance,
what great works are born,
that pour forth from our minds,
oh, what great works are born,
that capture our imaginations,
and the signs of the times.