Yossi can't walk but he is standing, held up by Dov.
Knees buckling, he takes a few steps with wide uneven gait.
He looks all around laughing, happy.
He's waving his hands excitedly as he passes 770,
and I know that the Rebbe is waving right back.
I'm marching too. I'm pushing my baby carriage.
They said that it wasn't a viable pregnancy.
But a Rebbe sees things that doctors cannot.
Emotions rise up as I recall the Rebbe's blessings,
In the letter that kept my faith through many uncertain weeks.
I blink away my tears as I pass 770,
I'm bringing Shneur Zalman to the Rebbe.
Miriam Simcha looks beautiful in her long skirt and long sleeves.
She is marching with her class,
walking confidently, never breaking her stride.
She is proud to be a soldier in the Rebbe's army.
She is marching towards the Geulah.
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