Followers Never Lead

If I were to jump off a cliff,
how many would follow me?
If I were to join the army,
how many would fight with me?
If I were to kill a man,
how many would praise me?
If I were to hold a flag,
how many would march behind me?

If I were to die today,
how many would be burried beside me?

Was I one to follow?
One to fight with and praise?
One to march behind?
Was I one to be burried beside?

For all the things I were to do,
none of it was for any of you.