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?

Modern, pop, female vocals, emotional mood