I can still remember, a time that's long gone by,
When I was young and still had tears, left to shed & cry.
Memories are nothing more, than one-way mirrored glass,
A chance to view a happy time, lost somewhere in the past.

Before we grew into adults, the world was ours alone,
Before the hardships of our lives, turned parts of hearts to stone.
And those of use who truly lived for each second being free,
The cold night air had blinded us, from the sorrows we now see.

Even now we walk among the faceless people just like you,
You'll never know the breed we bleed, you'll never have a clue.
For we have had to carry on, to abandon things we've had,
And over time it strengthened us, casting down upon the sad.

But even now I can still feel those winds across my face,
Sitting beneath with knees to chest, the bridge where trains would race.
And gazing out across the roads, that led to skies of grey,
Observing those who went along, never thinking of thier way.

Far & few we still exist, distancing ourselves from others,
Deceiving those we do not know, to treat as if our brothers.
And as the years begin to pass, we're trapped within a lair,
We built this maze but try to change, for we have all lost prayer.

And if you were to ask us now, of how we truly feel inside,
You'd see we speak of truth and no longer must we hide.
We still take life with grains of salt, but now we bear a smile,
It isn't pure and isn't fake, but rather proof of something wild.