We walk on these streets,
And crawl to our feet,
Just to watch us fall,
The knowledge we live,
And lives that we give,
Just to see us sprawl.
Is wisdom just a chance,
To see us crumble,
In defeat
While we stand back up,
And run away,
In the shadows of elite.
While we wallow in their footsteps,
To become,
What they once were,
We swallow in our pride,
Our past,
Becomes a blur.
Our present is a stone in time,
Our history’s,
Aghast,
Our future’s right before us,
Don’t be trembled,
From the blast.
