In your rhythmic March
I watch you walk
With then against 
The pull of the pre-dawn wind
And I wonder whether you feel

It is worth it

What consumes you 
Now is cold, this Day
If the glass and girders 
Keep you for a time 
Then afterwards, what else

Claim what will count

Would that comes always 
Always and ever
The consuming fire
And you brandish a flame
In your rhythmic March