Bodies, so many bodies
Pressing closer
Shoving
Pushing
Surrounded on all sides,
Can't breathe

Yet I must breathe,
Must force my way through
Onward, ever onward
Giving as good as I get
Push for shove,
Shove for push,
Nearer, nearer...

Black and white clad masses
Lash at me as I pass;
I brave the sharp stabs,
The cackling,
The hooting...
Must succeed,
Must get through!

Weary,
Stumbling,
I arrive at my goal.
Bright eyes turn to me,
My love speaks...