We hide in the shadows.
We mourn by the shore.
In debt to the dreams we had but let go of.
Washed away by the stream
That took everything and now nothing remains
But the echoes of our tortured cries.
When the power we possess
We use to sell ourselves
Then what of the days
And opportunities that pass?
The trumpets of life have long since silenced
And left are the echoes of our tortured cries.