March on, Cebu—beloved dagger-shaped island of mine.
We have now no alternative however to march on, regardless of the slim highway paved with risks, and wayside plagued by blunders.
Eyes open huge, masks masking our smiles, we march on.
This we process ourselves, in sorrow or in starvation, we march on.
No wanting again, however remembering the hazards now we have defeated to gas our braveness to march on.
Head held excessive, we march on, hope our information. We could not see the higher highway up forward, however we all know it’s there. And so we march on.
The Enemy is crafty, however now we have our weapons and unity to beat it as we march on.
Tears could have been our meals these days—oh what number of lives the Enemy has claimed—however we march on with Prayer to defend our hearts, and Science to cowl our heads.
So we march on, not as troopers off to battle, however as brothers with one imaginative and prescient and thoughts.