We're working in directions that may not be known

We're planting seeds that we won't see until they're full grown

We're building rubble castles out of the towers from which you were thrown

We're waiting for the days we can stop feeling so alone

We're trying to realize a dream that hasn't been formed

We're waiting for the heros of the children that haven't been born

We're crying quietly in the shadows but won't admit we're forlorn

We're fighting filth with fervor, trading tact with the tattered and torn

We're advancing into territories that haven't been touched since built

We're landing on the rivers that have long since seen their silt

We're mourning the flowers on your hero's graves as they wilt

We're pressing on into a tomorrow that would rather have us killed

We're moving tirelessly toward a horizon that we're not sure exists

We're checking off boxes that aren't even on our lists

We're running into burning buildings to catch what the fires missed

Remember we're only as strong as the first one that quits