[Verse 1] I feel the weight of silent years, A drumbeat pounding inside my ears. The streets I knew are cold and bare, I walk alone through the night’s despair. [Chorus] Some like the pain of growing up, I taste the fire, I drink from the cup. Marching shadows, fractured and torn, Rising from the ashes of what I’ve worn. [Verse 2] Faces fade into the smoke, Promises broken, words we spoke. The boy I was, he’s lost in time, Chained to the echoes of a cruel design. [Chorus] Some like the pain of growing up, I taste the fire, I drink from the cup. Marching shadows, fractured and torn, Rising from the ashes of what I’ve worn. [Bridge] The night is heavy, the sky is black, I can’t retreat, there’s no way back. The march goes on, relentless, cold, A story of youth, unbroken, bold. [Outro / Repetition] Some like the pain… some like the fire… Some like the pain… some like the fire… March of youth, I walk alone, Through shattered dreams, through stone and bone.
