Prose - Majed Diab

As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I will march forever in step with my brothers in arms
For we were those ancient Spartans of Greece
Who only when faced with death did they find peace
That fed their insatiable appetite for war
For we were the feared legionaires of Rome
Whose reign expanded to rule most of the known world
Whose fighting skills were unmatched in battle
Whose thunderous footsteps were heard miles 'round like stampeding cattle
But most of all, we are those Few
Who will travel where most men's minds would go askew
Who will PT to the ends of time because only we can
Whose insanity is that of legend
Whose tradition is timeless and will never die
We are the Proud
Who will defend our nation against any odds
Who will fight any fight and will never lose
Who will stand nose to nose with death and spit in his face
Who would die for their brothers alongside them
We are the Always Faithful
Who will never forget whence we came
November 10th, 1775 was our fateful birth
In Tun tavern a brave 100 signed
And since then we have guarded our nation tireless and strong
That wear the eagle of this country
That bear the anchor - our naval beginnings
And in the grasp of eagles' claws
Is teh world we will always hold
For in our hearts a brotherhood is born
Of blood and tears and of a loyalty unsurpassed
For we are and will always be
That indomitable Spirit of War
That stands unharmed against the test of time,
The men who walk unafraid of death
The purpose of life - uncovered
A legacy inalienable
That makes us who we are
That which is beyond man
We Are Marines.