We stand with waning hopes and weary hearts
We live as remnants of a world that has passed us by
Living through memories that never part
Watching in silence. We donât know if weâre alive
As the seconds play, all the legends fade
And the old refrain, what a golden age
We donât know how to live outside the past
Existing in a never-ending yesterday
But itâs time to see
That the world is changing
And the introverted ones like us
Are the ones that will be left behind
I can tell this is the turning point and
I donât want to fade away like those in the past
I wonât be another stranded voice, no
I will stand and make this moment last
Thereâs something more here
And I donât fully understand the path I choose
But what should I fear
When I got nothing to lose
We used to paint ourselves and all of our faults
Creating nothing more than pictures on the wall
We thought ourselves to be internal artists
Spending our words forgetting the departed
But now, take a deeper breath, let it find a way
Just like brushes can, to another space
Maybe weâll learn a different kind of truth
We speak the loudest when thereâs nothing left to lose.