Ten thousand times ten thousand,
Walking and marching and running and shoving and pressing on.
Step by step, to the grave, marching on.
You have a song; unsung.
I sing a new song falling on deaf ears.
Unsung. [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/t/the_chariot/before_there_was_atlanta_there_was_douglasville.html ]