Listen to those echoing footsteps of long ago
into the never-ending river of time they flow.
Hear those soft whispers rising to tell a story
that will make privy its loss and faded glory.

Step into the stage that history left behind,
and feel the heartbeat that guides mankind.
Everything they fought for in their life,
is what we want and our cause of strife.

They paint for me a portrait of our path,
a vision of despair and so full of wrath.
A world that's driven by greed and wealth,
where hope is stolen with uncanny stealth.

Is this the suffocating fate all that remains?
Just simply existing in these starling plains?
Listen to the voices of those gone before,
Traverse these crumbling paths no more!