When

they

turn

the

pag-

es

of

his-

to-

ry

When

these

days

have

passed

long

a

go

Will

they

read

of

us

with

sad

ness

For

the

seeds

that

we

let

grow?

We

turned

our

gaze

From

the

cast-

les

in

the

dist-

ance

Eyes

cast

down

On

the

path

of

least

re-

sist-

ance

Cit-

ies

full

of

hat-

red,

fear

and

lies

With-

ered

hearts

and

cruel,

tor-

men-

ted

eyes

Sche-

ming

de-

mons

dressed

in

king-

ly

guise

Bea-

ting

down

the

mul-

ti-

tude

and

Scof-

fing

at

the

wise

The

hy-

po-

crites

are

slan-

der-

ing

The

sa-

cred

halls

of

T-

ruth

An

cient

no-

b-

les

show

er

ing

Their

bit-

tern-

ess

on

yo-

uth

Can't

we

find

the

mi-

nds

that

made

us

st-

rong?

Can

't

we

learn

to

feel

what's

right

And

what's

wrong?

What's

wrong?

Ci-

ties

full

of

hat-

red,

fear

and

lies

With-

ered

hearts

and

cruel,

tor-

ment-

ed

eyes

Schem-

ing

demons

dressed

in

king-

ly

gui-

se

Beat-

ing

down

the

mul-

ti-

tude

and

Scof-

fing

at

the

wise

Can-

t

we

raise

our

eyes

and

ma-

ke

a

start?

Can't

we

find

the

minds

to

lead

us

Closer

to

the

Hear-

t?