What will they inherit

The streets are cracked, and the skies are torn

In the darkness, the young are born

The children's smile should make you want to change

But no one listens anymore

Faces in the crowds full of hate

Dreams are shrinking lost in space

The world is crying out in pain

And still we march on in the rain

What will they inherit the scars or the stars

A planet that’s fading while we chase the scars

Their voices are quiet, and their hands are still

We left them a void we chased up the hill

The news is loud with tales of fear

We grew so used to it that we are not fazed.

The sun still shines but wears a frown

While cities rise, the soul burns down

Can we change it and make it better?

Before the young begin to talk

Show the kids there’s more than gray

Before the dreams all slip away

What will they inherit the scars or the stars

A planet that’s fading while we chase the scars

Their voices are quiet, and their hands are still

We left them a void we chased up the hill

In the darkness, the young are born

The children's smile should make you want to change.

The world is crying out in pain

Can we change it and make it better

Show the children there's more than gray

We left a void

Their voices are quiet

What will they inherit?

What will they inherit ?

The scars or the stars?

What will we leave them with?